"What was it that happened at Tavora?"
He continued to look at her. "What have you heard?" he asked at
last.
"Only that he has done something at Tavora for which the consequences,
I gather, may be grave. I am anxious for Una's sake to know what it
is."
"Does Una know?"
"She is being told now. Count Samoval let slip just what I have
outlined. And she has insisted upon being told everything."
"Then why did you not remain to hear?"
"Because they sent me away on the plea that - oh, on the silly plea
of my youth and innocence, which were not to be offended."
"But which you expect me to offend?"
"No. Because I can trust you to tell me without offending."
"Sylvia!" It was a curious exclamation of satisfaction and of
gratitude for the implied confidence. We must admit that it
betrayed a selfish forgetfulness of Dick Butler and his troubles,
but it is by no means clear that it was upon such grounds that it
offended her.
She stiffened perceptibly. "Really, Captain Tremayne!"
"I beg your pardon," said he. "But you seemed to imply - " He
checked, at a loss.
Her colour rose. "Well, sir? What do you suggest that I implied or
seemed to imply?" But as suddenly her manner changed.
Pages:
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97