“You will never be frightened with me. Have you heard about Herbert?”
“I have heard nothing about him.”
“He was yachting with Blakeley in the Mediterranean, and the yacht went down. They were all drowned.”
“All? Mr. Herbert too?”
“Yes.”
“How terrible! I am so sorry for Lily, and I liked him very much. What will she do? She loves him, I am sure of that. It is terrible.”
“Darling you feel for all women. But for her—she has Sir Ralph.”
“Yes, but she does not love him. I must go to her. I may as well go now.”
“Now? It is tea-time.”
“Well, why not? With her it is probably no time, simply a long, dreary future through which she must exist. I will change my dress; ring for tea, and then you can come with me—in a hansom.”