To Alec it seemed that she must notice the delay of his answer. He had not expected that the question would be put to him so abruptly. He had no moral scruples about telling a deliberate lie, but it affected him with a physical distaste. It sickened him like nauseous water. 'Yes, I think he did.' 'It's my only consolation that in the short time there was given to him, he did nothing that was small or mean, and that in everything he was honourable, upright, and just dealing.' 'Yes, he was all that.' 'And in his death?' It seemed to Alec that something caught at his throat. The ordeal was more terrible than he expected. 'In his death he was without fear.' Lucy drew a deep breath of relief. 'Oh, thank God! Thank God! You don't know how much it means to me to hear all that from your own lips. I feel that in a manner his courage, above all his death, have redeemed my father's fault. It shows that we're not rotten to the core, and it gives me back my self-respect. I feel I can look the world in the face once more. I'm infinitely grateful to George. He's repaid me ten thousand times for all my love, and my care, and my anxiety.' 'I'm very glad that it is not only grief I have brought you. I was afraid you would hate me.' Lucy blushed, and there was a new light in her eyes. It seemed that on a sudden she had cast away the load of her unhappiness. 'No, I could never do that.' At that moment they heard the sound of a carriage stopping at the door. 'There's Aunt Alice,' said Lucy. 'She's been lunching out.' 'Then let me go,' said Alec. 'You must forgive me, but I feel that I want to see no one else to-day.' He rose, and she gave him her hand. He held it firmly. 'You haven't changed?' 'Don't,' she cried. She looked away, for once more the tears were coming to her eyes. She tried to laugh. 'I'm frightfully weak and emotional now. You'll utterly despise me.' 'I want to see you again very soon,' he said. The words of Ruth came to her mind: _Why have I found grace in thine eyes, that thou shouldst take knowledge of me_, and her heart was very full. She smiled in her old charming way. When he was gone she drew a long breath. It seemed that a new joy was come into her life, and on a sudden she felt a keen pleasure in all the beauty of the world. She turned to the great bowl of flowers which stood on a table by the chair in which she had been sitting, and burying her face in them, voluptuously inhaled their fragrance. She knew that he loved her still. XIV