His face darkened , and he put her away , saying briefly , `` Let it be so then . In an hour we must go . '' On the evening of the same day , Lady Trevlyn and her daughter sat together in the octagon room at the Hall . Twilight was falling and candles were not yet brought , but a cheery fire blazed in the wide chimney , filling the apartment with a ruddy glow , turning Lillian 's bright hair to gold and lending a tinge of color to my lady 's pallid cheeks . The girl sat on a low lounging chair before the fire , her head on her hand , her eyes on the red embers , her thoughts -- where ? My lady lay on her couch , a little in the shadow , regarding her daughter with an anxious air , for over the young face a somber change had passed which filled her with disquiet . `` You are out of spirits , love , '' she said at last , breaking the long silence , as Lillian gave an unconscious sigh and leaned wearily into the depths of her chair . `` Yes , Mamma , a little . '' `` What is it ? Are you ill ? '' `` No , Mamma ; I think London gaiety is rather too much for me . I 'm too young for it , as you often say , and I 've found it out . '' `` Then it is only weariness that makes you so pale and grave , and so bent on coming back here ? '' Lillian was the soul of truth , and with a moment 's hesitation answered slowly , `` Not that alone , Mamma . I 'm worried about other things . Do n't ask me what , please . '' `` But I must ask . Tell me , child , what things ? Have you seen any one ? Had letters , or been annoyed in any way about -- anything ? ''
My lady spoke with sudden energy and rose on her arm , eyeing the XXXXX with unmistakable suspicion and excitement .
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