But he vowed to himself that he would find out the facts of the attack on Radowitz, and that she should know them.
Yet the whole thing was very surprising.

He had seen on various occasions that Falloden was jealous of Connie's liking for Radowitz, of the boy's homage, and of Connie's admiration for his musical gift.

But after the Marmion night, and the triumph she had so unwisely given the fellow--to behave in this abominable way! There couldn't be a spark of decent feeling in his composition.
* * * * * Radowitz lay still--thinking always of Falloden, and Lady Constance.
Another knock at his door--very timid and hesitating.

Radowitz said "Come in." The door opened partially, and a curly head was thrust in.

Another head appeared behind it.
"May we come in ?" said a muffled voice.