They were in the churchyard for one in passing to kneel at her father's grave and kiss his tombstone.' She bowed her head, forgetful of her guard.
The pause presented an opening.

Redworth left his chair and walked to the mantelpiece.

It was easier to him to speak, not facing her.
'You have read Lady Dunstane's letter,' he began.
She nodded.

'I have.' 'Can you resist her appeal to you ?' 'I must.' 'She is not in a condition to bear it well.

You will pardon me, Mrs.
Warwick...' 'Fully! Fully!' 'I venture to offer merely practical advice.