She felt the warmth of her blood, and could not at once command her wonted voice.

But when at length she succeeded in meeting his look steadily her thought grew clear again.
'I cannot give you that, Mr.Egremont.' As his eyes fell, she hastened to add: 'I think of you often.

I feel glad to know you, and to share in your interest.

But this is no more than the friendship which many people have for you--quite different from the feeling which you say would aid you.

I have never known that.' He was gazing across the lake.