"Is it about him?"
He had grown deadly pale and Fleda answered eagerly,
"Nothing that has happened to-day--it is not anything that has happened to-day--he is perfectly well, I trust and believe."
"But it is about him?"
Fleda's head sank, and she burst into such an agony of tears that Hugh's distress was for a time divided.
"When did it happen, Fleda?"
"Years ago."
"And what?"
Fleda hesitated still, and then said,
"It was something he did, Hugh."