"I see. And you thought Lady Violet and I seemed very much together in the photos? I understand now. Have you seen Lord Kenmore?"
"Yes, once; he came to see Lady Violet, and I went into the room expecting to see you. I had followed him up the avenue, and he looked exactly like you in the distance. Have you ever met him, Captain Fortescue?"
"Never."
"His figure is really very like yours, and his hair and the way he walks—really very much alike; but his face is quite different."
"Were you glad or sorry when you found that I was not Lord Kenmore?"
Marjorie did not answer, and he repeated the question; but she was busily throwing the forget-me-not flowers on the water, and watching them float under the bridge, and still she did not speak.
"How long were you at Grantley Castle, Miss Douglas?"
"I left at Christmas. Lady Violet was quite well then."
"Were you sorry to leave?"
"Yes, in some ways; it's a lovely place, and they were really very good to me, all of them. I think, I am sure Lady Violet would have liked me to stay a few months longer, to help her in the preparations for her wedding; but—"