She raised her
beautiful pale face to his--the unspeakable love, the yearning sorrow on
it, moved him greatly. He bent down and touched her brow with his lips.
"Good-night, Philippa, my sister--my friend," he said.
Even by the faint starlight he saw a change pass over her face.
"Good-night," she responded. "I have more to say to you, but Lady Peters
will be horrified if you remain any longer. You will call to-morrow, and
then I can finish my conversation?"
"I will come," he replied, gravely.
He waited a moment to see if she would pass into the drawing-room before
him, but she turned away and leaned her arms on the stone balustrade.
It was nearly half an hour afterward when Lady Peters once more drew
aside the hangings.
"Philippa," she said, gently, "you will take cold out there."
She wondered why the girl paused some few minutes before answering; then
Miss L'Estrange said, in a low, calm voice:
"Do not wait for me, Lady Peters; I am thinking and do not wish to be
interrupted."
But Lady Peters did not seem quite satisfied.
"I do not like to leave you sitting there," she said, "the servants will
think it strange.
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