Still, come to think of it, she herself does not yet know how dreadful that predicament is. I had forgotten that.
I wonder if it is that she consciously and deliberately refuses to sail under false colors. Or if, as is possible, it never occurred to her.
Sir Robert's eyes were still searching the board. They had traversed two rows of names. They were now moving up the third row, closer and closer to numbers sixteen and eighteen.
Then I saw him start. He had found it. He lowered his monocle and carefully wiped it with the handkerchief that he kept in his sleeve Then he leaned forward and looked again.
I heard him give a low whistle of sheer surprise.
I could n't stand that. I hurried outdoors and plunged off on my walk.
He was not in sight when I came back, more than an hour later. So I haven't to face that cynical, drooping eye to-night, at least.
It is pitifully indiscreet of her to use her real name this way—in the circumstances. But oh, I am glad, just the same!