"Now what is it you want to say to me ?" he asked her, quietly.
Molly's hands were clasped in her lap.

They did not tremble, but they gripped one another rather tightly.
"I want to say a good many things," she said, after a moment.
Lord Wyverton smiled suddenly.

He had meeting brows, but his smile was reassuring.
"Yes ?" he said.

"About your sister ?" "Partly," said Molly.

She put up an impatient hand and removed her hat.
Her hair shone gloriously in the sunlight that fell chequered through the overarching trees.
"I want to talk to you seriously, Lord Wyverton," she said.
"I am quite serious," he assured her.
There followed a brief silence.