It is not for Miss Lynden that I asked; it is for myself!" He looked at her in a stunned sort of way.

She said, forcing herself to meet his eyes: "Trooper Ormond is your escort; don't you understand?
I desire to see him again, because I knew him in New York." "Oh," said Hallam slowly.
She stood silent, the colour racing through her cheeks.

She _could_ not, in the same breath, ask Hallam to release her.

It was impossible.

Nothing on earth could prevent his believing that it was because she wished to marry Berkley.