"At least, my dear, I hope you'll remember who you are," he said.
She made no reply, but stood white-faced and resolute until he went from the room. Lord James followed close after him.
Blake and Genevieve were left alone.
CHAPTER XII
THE DEEPENING OF DOUBT
Blake stood as motionless as a carved figure, his eyes glowing upon the girl, blue and radiant with tenderness and compassion and profound love.
The clang of a heavy door told her that her father had left the house. On the instant all her firmness left her. She hid her face in her hands and sank into the nearest chair, quivering and weeping, in silent anguish.
Blake came near and stood over her. He spoke to her in a voice that was deep and low and very soft: "There, there, little girl, don't you mind! Just cry it out. It'll do you good. You know I understand. Have a good cry!"
The sympathetic urging to give way freely to her weeping almost immediately soothed her grief and checked the flow of tears. She rose uncertainly, dabbing at her eyes.
"I—I couldn't help it, Tom. It's the fi-first time papa's ever been so cross with me!"