Lady Lundie looks at me? Do you hear how Lady Lundie speaks to me? I am
suspected by that woman. My shameful dismissal from this house may be
a question of a few hours." Her head sunk on her bosom; she wrung her
clasped hands as they rested on her lap. "And, oh, Blanche!" she
moaned to herself, the tears gathering again, and falling, this time,
unchecked. "Blanche, who looks up to me! Blanche, who loves me! Blanche,
who told me, in this very place, that I was to live with her when she
was married!" She started up from the chair; the tears dried suddenly;
the hard despair settled again, wan and white, on her face. "Let me
go! What is death, compared to such a life as is waiting for _me?_" She
looked him over, in one disdainful glance from head to foot; her voice
rose to its loudest and firmest tones. "Why, even _you_; would have the
courage to die if you were in my place!"

Geoffrey glanced round toward the lawn.

"Hush!" he said. "They will hear you!"

"Let them hear me! When _I_ am past hearing _them_, what does it
matter?"

He put her back by main force on the chair. In another moment they must
have heard her, through all the noise and laughter of the game.

"Say what you want," he resumed, "and I'll do it. Only be reasonable. I
can't marry you to-day."

"You can!"

"What nonsense you talk! The house and grounds are swarming with