She had no idea that her aunt was unaware of the old friendship between her parents and Lord Glaramara, who was no more interesting to her personally than many others of their Roman _habitues_, of whom the world was full.

But she was too preoccupied to spend any but the shortest words on such a silly thing.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Ellen.

I really didn't understand." And she went up to bed, thinking only of Falloden; while Alice followed her, her small face pinched and weary, her girlish mind full of pain..