’
‘It is true,’ insisted the lady. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the
recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association
continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that
which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than
her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. "
"But she would understand you; whereas she will never understand her father. “Why not?” He asked. And she had been
doubting since that walk in the Zoological Gardens whether, indeed, he did
simply care for her. She looked and felt like a fairy princess. ‘How could you? No wonder mademoiselle is angry with you. “What are you doing here? How dare you come to my
rooms!”
The man stepped into the middle of the room. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve,
repression. The
commissionaire smiled. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. Come
and help me pack. The entrance was
concealed between two huge boulders within a clump of trees, and was now so
overgrown that no one who did not know of its existence could ever hope to find
it. Her mind left her. .
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