“When Rick is at home,” she said, “Dawson is good-tempered, and is often even kind to me.  And Rick knows that, and has promised me not to go away any more.  I should be so glad if he would marry and settle down, and so would Dawson.  There’s nothing Dawson wouldn’t give him if he’d marry according to his wishes.”

At this moment some of the gentlemen arrived, and the group of ladies broke up to admit the black coats.  One man passed by and came on towards the end of the room where we were.  It was Richard Dawson.

I saw Lady Ardaragh suddenly move her skirt so as to leave a vacant place on the sofa upon which she was sitting; but he disregarded the invitation, if such it were, and came on towards us.

I saw him stoop to kiss his mother and the lighting up of the plain, elderly face, and it came into my mind that however intolerable he was to me, there must be another side of him for her.

For the remainder of that evening he never left my side, and no one could dislodge him, to my great vexation.  I thought he was doing it only to annoy me.  But I kept close to his mother, so that there was less chance of his making me conspicuous, none at all of his whispering and languishing as he had done at the dinner-table.

I could not see how my grandmother was taking it, since she sat at the same side of the room as I did; but I was glad that Mr. Dawson kept my grandfather in conversation so that he could not see what was going on, for I felt sure that however much he might wish to be civil to the Dawsons, he could not have endured Richard Dawson’s attentions to me, since he was very proud.

I have always been one to act on impulse, and of a sudden it occurred to me that it might be possible to make Richard Dawson let poor Nora alone.  I suppose it must have been because his mother praised him so much that I should have thought such a thing possible, for up to this I would have believed nothing good of him.

And presently we were alone to all intents, for Mrs. Dawson dropped off to sleep, and the party at the end of the room was playing some noisy round game in which Lady Ardaragh had joined, and Sir Arthur had taken her place beside Gran and they were talking together.

“Mr. Dawson,” I said suddenly, “there is something I should like to say to you.”

“What is it?”

“Something I should like to ask you.”

“Will you come out here on the balcony and ask me what it is?  I promise you I shall do it if it be within my power.”

The promise determined me.  All the windows were wide open, so that to go on the balcony was not to be solitary.  As I went out with him I noticed that my grandmother looked after me with an amazed air.  Well, I might be mad to believe good of Richard Dawson on his mother’s report, but it was worth a trial.  I went out on the balcony with him; and noticed that he drew the curtains to after us.  It was a thing a gentleman would not have done and I detested him for it.  But there was my poor Nora to be thought of, so I endured it.