He laid a strong emphasis, of look as well as of tone, on that one word. Lady Janet understood what the emphasis meant.
“Are you really,” she whispered, “as much in love with Grace as that?”
Julian laid one hand on his aunt’s arm, and pointed with the other to Horace—standing with his back to them, warming his feet on the fender.
“Well?” said Lady Janet.
“Well,” said Julian, with a smile on his lip and a tear in his eye, “I never envied any man as I envy him!”
With those words he left the room.
CHAPTER XV. A WOMAN’S REMORSE.
HAVING warmed his feet to his own entire satisfaction, Horace turned round from the fireplace, and discovered that he and Lady Janet were alone.
“Can I see Grace?” he asked.