Chapter FourCyrilla stood staring at the door as if she thought that the Marquis would come back or she must run after him.
Then, with a murmur that was somehow infinitely pathetic, she put her hands over her face.
She was crying helplessly when Hannah came into the studio.
“I was just wondering – ” she was saying, then as she looked at Cyrilla, she moved forward and said,
“What’s the matter? What has upset you?”
“Oh, Hannah! Hannah! How was – I did not – know!”
As if she must have something or someone to protect her, Cyrilla turned to the maid and put her face against her breast.
She was crying despairingly by this time and Hannah asked again,
“What’s the matter? What has upset you? You were so brave at the funeral.”
“It – is not – Papa.”
“Then what’s his Lordship done?”
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