no definite form and was founded on no reason, beyond the steady regard of those hard dark eyes.
"I had rather you stayed."
Cicely's own eves showed her extreme surprise.
"Stayed—here?"
"Yes."
"But are you sure? Wouldn't you really rather be alone? It isn't for my sake, is it? because—"
"It is for mine. I want you to remain here and keep me company."
She spoke without a trace of smile or any softening of her face, and Cicely still hesitated.
"But would it really be convenient? You have been very kind to me, and if you really want me here—"
"I do," interrupted Lady Cromarty in the same even voice. "I want you particularly to remain."
"Very well then, I shall. Thank you very much—"
Again she was cut short.
"That is settled then. Perhaps you will excuse me now, Cicely."
The girl went downstairs very thoughtfully. At the foot the young baronet met her.
"Have you settled where to go?" he asked.
"Lady Cromarty has asked me to stay on with her."
His face fell.
