Fielding?" looking up at him.
He nodded. "You may be sure of that--the utmost care. When must you go?"
He was still looking at her closely; his eyes deeply searching.
Juliet hesitated. "Do you think--to-night?" she said.
"Certainly. Then you will want a car. Have you told Lord Saltash?" He
turned to the door.
"No, I have only just heard. I believe he has gone to town." Juliet
gently laid down the hand she was holding. "I will come back," she said
again, and followed him.
He drew the door closed behind them. They faced each other in the dimness
of the hall. The squire's mouth was twitching uncontrollably. "Now,
Juliet!" His voice had a ring of sternness; he put his hand on her
shoulder, gripping unconsciously. "For heaven's sake--" he said--"out
with it! It isn't--Dick?"
"No--Robin!" she said.
"Ah!" He drew a deep breath and straightened himself, his other hand
over his eyes. Then in a moment he was looking at her again. His grip
relaxed. "Forgive me!" he said. "Did I hurt you?"
She gave him a faint smile. "It doesn't matter. You understand, don't
you? I must go--to Dick."
He nodded. "Yes--yes! Is the boy--dead?"
"No.
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