"Una, dear, whatever is the matter?"
Had it not been for the dominant fear that the shedding of tears
would render her countenance unsightly, Lady O'Moy would have
yielded to her feelings and wept. Heroically in the cause of her
own flawless beauty she conquered the almost overmastering
inclination.
"I - I have been so troubled about Richard," she faltered. "It is
preying upon my mind."
"Poor dear!" In sheer motherliness Miss Armytage put an arm about
her cousin and drew her close. "We must hope for the best."
Now if you have understood anything of the character of Lady O'Moy
you will have understood that the burden of a secret was the last
burden that such a nature was capable of carrying,. It was because
Dick was fully aware of this that he had so emphatically and
repeatedly impressed upon her the necessity for saying not a word
to any one of his presence. She realised in her vague way - or
rather she believed it since he had assured her - that there would
be grave danger to him if he were discovered. But discovery was
one thing, and the sharing of a confidence as to his presence
another. That confidence must certainly be shared.
Lady O'Moy was in an emotional maelstrom that swept her towards a
cataract.
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