She was looking steadily out of the window, and he could not see her face.
"Why are you curious about him ?" she asked.
"I wish I knew.

I think only because he came from Lenox." She turned her face slowly round towards him.

He was astonished to see the dark rings under her eyes, the weariness of her smile.
"The Duke of Souspennier," she said slowly, "is an old and a dear friend of mine.

When you tell me that he is in London I am anxious because there are many here who are not his friends--who have no cause to love him." "I was wrong then," he said, "not to give him your address." "You were right," she answered.

"I am anxious that he should not know it.