She looked at him a moment in silence, at his heightened color and insistent eyes.
"I can't think what made you marry me," she said, slowly.
Ashe laughed, and came nearer.
"And I can't think," he said, in a lower voice, "what made you come—if you weren't a little bit sorry—and lean your dear head against me like that, last night."
"I wasn't sorry—I couldn't sleep," was her quick reply, while her eyes strove to keep up their war with his.
A knock was heard at the door. Ashe moved hastily away. Kitty's maid entered.
"I was to tell you, sir, that your breakfast was ready. And Lady Tranmore's servant has brought this note."
Ashe took it and thrust it into his pocket.
"Get my things ready, please," said Kitty to her maid. Ashe felt himself dismissed and went.
As soon as he was gone, Kitty sprang out of bed, threw on a dressing-gown, and ran across to Blanche, who was bending over a chest of drawers. "Why did you say those foolish things to me yesterday?" she demanded, taking the girl impetuously by the arm, and so startling her that she nearly dropped the clothes she held.