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"I think you will be responsible for wasting
the Major's time," said Lord Loring, when the visitor had retired.
"I think not," said Lady Loring.
She rose to leave the room. "Are you going out?" her husband asked.
"No. I am going upstairs to Stella."
Lady Loring found Miss Eyrecourt in her own room. The little portrait
of Romayne which she had drawn from recollection lay on the table before
her. She was examining it with the closest attention.
"Well, Stella, and what does the portrait tell you?"
"What I knew before, Adelaide. There is nothing false and nothing cruel
in that face."
"And does the discovery satisfy you? For my part, I despise Romayne for
hiding himself from us. Can you excuse him?"
Stella locked up the portrait in her writing-case. "I can wait," she
said quietly.
This assertion of patience seemed to irritate Lady Loring "What is the
matter with you this morning?" she asked. "You are more reserved than
ever."
"No; I am only out of spirits, Adelaide. I can't help thinking of that
meeting with Winterfield.


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