Blenavon laid his hand upon her arm.
"Angela," he said, "Mr.Ducaine will not accept my word.

I can make no impression upon him.

Perhaps he will the more readily believe yours." "Lady Angela will not ask me to disbelieve the evidence of my own senses," I said confidently.
She stood between us.

I was aware from the first of something unfamiliar in her manner, something of which a glimmering had appeared on our way home through the wood.
"It is about Malors, Angela," he continued.

"You were there.