“May I try to find out?”
“How?” she asked.
Her fair cheek was very near to him. The softly-rising color on it said, Answer me here—and he answered.
CHAPTER XLV. MISCHIEF—MAKING.
On Monday, Mirabel made his appearance—and the demon of discord returned with him.
Alban had employed the earlier part of the day in making a sketch in the park—intended as a little present for Emily. Presenting himself in the drawing-room, when his work was completed, he found Cecilia and Francine alone. He asked where Emily was.
The question had been addressed to Cecilia. Francine answered it.
“Emily mustn’t be disturbed,” she said.
“Why not?”