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and she suffered herself to be reassured. Later, she marvelled at the ingenuity that had so successfully blinded her, marvelled at herself for having been so blinded, marvelled most of all at the self-restraint that could so shackle and smother the fierce passion that ran like liquid fire in every vein as to make her fancy that it had ceased to be. When her turn came at length she collected herself and left him with a smile. She went through her part very creditably, but she was unspeakably thankful when it was over. "You are tired, Lady Carfax," Lucas murmured, when at length she found her way to the seat beside him that he had been reserving for her. "A little," she admitted. And then suddenly the impulse to tell him the primary cause of her trouble came upon her irresistibly. She leaned towards him and spoke under cover of the orchestra. "Mr. Errol, I have had news of--my husband. He wants to come home. No, he is not well yet, but decidedly better, well enough to be at liberty in the charge of an attendant. And so--and so--" The whispered words failed. She became silent, waiting for the steady sympathy for which she knew she would never wait in vain. But he did not speak at once. It almost seemed as if he were at a loss. It almost seemed as if he realised too fully for speech that leaden weight of despair which had for a space so terribly overwhelmed her. And then at last his voice came to her, slow and gentle, yet with a vital note in it that was like a bugle-call to her tired spirit. "Stick to it, Lady Carfax! You'll win out. You're through the worst already." Desperately, as one half-ashamed, she answered him. "I wish with all my heart I could think so. But--I am still asking myself if--if there is no way of escape." He turned his head in the dim light and looked at her, and shame stabbed her deeper still. Yet she would not recall the words. It was better that he should know, better that he should not deem her any greater or worthier than she was. Then, "Thank you for telling me," he said very simply. "But you'll win out all the same. I have always known that you were on the winning side." The words touched her in a fashion not wholly accountable. Her eyes filled with sudden tears. "What makes you have such faith in me?" she said. The light was too dim for her so see his face, but she knew that he was smiling as he made reply. "That's just one of the things I can't explain,"
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