He looked at her with his straight grey eyes that were so perfectly true
and kind.
"That's all," he said, and smiled upon her reassuringly.
Beryl uttered a sharp sigh and let the matter drop. Nonentity though he
might be, she would have given much for a glimpse of his inner soul just
then.
X
For three days after the reception at Farabad Beryl Denvers returned to
her seclusion, and during those three days she devoted the whole of her
attention to the plan that Lord Ronald Prior had laid before her. It
worried her a good deal. There were so many obstacles to its
satisfactory fulfilment. She wished he had not been so pleasantly vague
regarding his own feelings in the matter. Of course, it was a
feather-brained scheme from start to finish, and yet in a fashion it
attracted her. He was so splendidly safe, so absolutely reliable; she
needed just such a protector. And yet--and yet--there were so many
obstacles.
On the fourth day Lord Ronald's card was brought to her. He did not call
at the conventional hour, and the reason for this was not hard to
fathom. He had come for her final decision, and he desired to see her
alone.
She did not know how to meet him or what to say, but it was useless to
shirk the interview. She entered her drawing-room with decidedly
heightened colour, even while telling herself that it was absurd to feel
any embarrassment in his presence.
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