After an interval she spoke again.
“Mr. Travers takes great pride in his roses. They are very lovely.”
He made no reply.
Then at last, in a kind of despair, she added:
“But it was not to show you the roses that I asked you to come with me.”
He inclined his head slightly, but said nothing.
“You remember me—do you not?” she asked after a while.
He considered the question for a few moments, then answered, “Yes, Miss Eden.”
“Perhaps it surprised you to hear me called by that name. It was my father's name, and I have now taken it in obedience to my brother's wish.”
At this mention of father and brother he involuntarily glanced at her face—that same pure delicate face to which he had once brought so terrified a look and a pallor as of death.