1/32 Waiting on the threshold, the Irish lord asked if he might come in. "This is not my house," she said; "I must leave you to decide for yourself." Lord Harry crossed the room to speak to her and stopped. There was no sign of relenting towards him in that dearly-loved face. "I wonder whether it would be a relief to you," he suggested with piteous humility, "if I went away ?" If she had been true to herself, she would have said, Yes. |