Hubert. "But Roger knew that long ago. I suppose you have heard," he added; "but perhaps you have not heard."
"I have not heard," said Nora, "but I have suspected—"
"What?"
"No; it is for you to say."
"Why, that Mrs. Keith might have been Mrs. Lawrence."
"Ah, I was right,—I was right," murmured Nora, with a little air of triumph. "She may be still. I wish she would!" Nora was removing her bonnet before the mirror over the chimney-piece; as she spoke, she caught Hubert's eye in the glass. He dropped it and took up his hat. "Won't you wait?" she asked.
He said he thought he had better go, but he lingered without sitting down. Nora walked about the room, she hardly knew why, smoothing the table-covers and rearranging the chairs.
"Did you cry about your departure, the other night, as you promised?" Hubert asked.
"I confess that I was so tired with our adventures that I went straight to sleep."
"Keep your tears for a better cause. One of the greatest pleasures in life is in store for you. There are a hundred things I should like to say to you about Rome. How I only wish I were going to show it you! Let me beg you to go some day to a little place in the Via Felice, on the Pincian,—a house with a terrace adjoining the fourth floor. There is a plasterer's shop in the basement. You can reach the terrace by the common staircase. I
