I'm quite willing to come."
Still wounded by his voice, Lady Valleys hardened instantly. And while
preparing for departure she watched the two furtively. They hardly
looked at one another, and when they did, their eyes baffled her.
The expression was outside her experience, belonging as it were to a
different world, with its faintly smiling, almost shining, gravity.
Vastly relieved when Miltoun, covered with a fur, had been taken down to
the carriage, she lingered to speak to Mrs. Noel.
"We owe you a great debt. It might have been so much worse. You mustn't
be disconsolate. Go to bed and have a good long rest." And from the
door, she murmured again: "He will come and thank you, when he's well."
Descending the stone stairs, she thought: "'Anonyma'--'Anonyma'--yes, it
was quite the name." And suddenly she saw Barbara come running up again.
"What is it, Babs?"
Barbara answered:
"Eustace would like some of those lilies." And, passing Lady Valleys,
she went on up to Miltoun's chambers.
Mrs. Noel was not in the sitting-room, and going to the bedroom door,
the girl looked in.
She was standing by the bed, drawing her hand over and over the white
surface of the pillow. Stealing noiselessly back, Barbara caught up the
bunch of lilies, and fled.
CHAPTER XII
Miltoun, whose constitution, had the steel-like quality of Lady
Casterley's, had a very rapid convalescence.
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