6/24 "You think it kind to put me from your mind--I who love you, Hortensia!" She rose upon the instant, her cheeks warming faintly. "My lord," said she, "I think there is no more to be said between us." "Ah, but there is," he cried. "A deal more yet." And he left his place by the spinet to come and stand immediately before her, barring her passage to the door. "Not only to say farewell was it that I desired to speak with you alone here." His voice softened amazingly. |