Chapter 67

And because that look of hers made him confused and hoarse he deliberately turned away—and there was Rwth, there was Ailse-who-loved-Robert, softly looking upon him with her dwelling eyes. Had Robert been of a cynical turn of mind he would have been amused: but he had nothing of the cynic in him. It only struck him as rather pathetic that this child should feel thus towards himself and that he should be hopelessly in love with Gillian. He had heard Fringal’s little sneeze of laughter. And again suspicion awoke in h…