She did not know why she said that, and, in spite of the voice which she tried to render cheerful, her lip trembled. Then she laughed, though there was nothing to laugh at, and down at the bottom of her heart she was afraid. But she began moving about, trying to make herself easy and pretending not to be alarmed.
“Well, won't you help me off with my cloak? No? Then I must do it for myself I suppose.”
Throwing off her outer things, she walked across the room and sat down on the sofa near to where he stood.
“How tired I am! It's been such a day! Once is enough for that sort of thing, though! Now where do you think I've been?”
“I know where you've been, Glory—I saw you there.”
“You? Really? Then perhaps it was you who——Was it you in the hollow?”
“Yes.”
He had moved to avoid contact with her, but now, standing by the mantelpiece looking into her face, he could not help recognising in the fashionable woman at his feet the features of the girl once so dear to him, the brilliant eyes, the long lashes, the twitching of the eyelids, and the restless movement of the mouth. Then the wave of tenderness came sweeping over him again and he felt as if the ground were slipping beneath his feet.
“Will you say your prayers to-night. Glory?” he said,
“Why not?” she answered, trying to laugh.