"Yes, what?"
"Well, Elizabeth, it is not I that have disturbed them this time; you must thank him for that."
"Him?"
"Yes, he has come. I have just been leaning over the banisters, and saw him come in." Elizabeth did not look dreamy now. "He did not come forward at all in the modest, charming way of the other one, which you know irresistably wins hearts," went on Mrs. Eveleigh; "he marched along straight into the parlor and asked to see you, just as if he owned the house and all that was in it. So he does own somebody in it, I am afraid, poor child."
The girl's face was white, her violet eyes looked black and shadowed by heavy lines.
"Is it—?" she began.
"Oh, yes, my dear, it is your husband. He has come to claim you, no doubt. If he cannot get the wife he wants, he will have somebody at the head of his table. And, then, my dear, you know you are an heiress, not a person of no account."
"Nonsense," returned the other; "the marriage is not proven. He may have come with news."
At this moment a servant brought up Archdale's card. On it he had written a line begging to see her. Elizabeth showed it to her companion.
"See," she said, "you are mistaken. Probably we are free, and he wants to tell me of it first,—first of anyone here, I mean. That is not arbitrary, nor as you said, at all."