Yes, he certainly had drawn it.
But Hugh?
She saw again the white, set face as he passed her.

No; it must be Hugh who had drawn it--Hugh, whom she loved.

She wrung her hands and moaned, half aloud: "Which?
Which ?" There was a slight movement in the next room, the door was opened, and Lord Newhaven appeared in the door-way.

He was still in evening dress.
"Did you call ?" he said, quietly.

"Are you ill ?" He came and stood beside her.
"No," she said, hoarsely, and she sat up and gazed fixedly at him.
Despair and suspense were in her eyes.