It was as though she had recovered all her natural self-command now that the revelation was made.

The flush still possessed her cheeks, but she had no look of embarrassment; she spoke in a soft murmur, but distinctly, firmly.
"I am afraid that is only too likely, dear.

Come and sit down, little girl, and tell me, at all events, something about it." "Little girl ?" repeated Cecily, with a sweet, affectionate smile.

"No; that has gone by, aunt." "I thought so myself the other day; but--I suppose you have met Mr.
Elgar several times at his sister's, and have said nothing to me about it ?" "That would not have been my usual behaviour, I hope.

When did I deceive you, aunt ?" "Never, that I know.