"He is very ill--very near death now," Deronda went on, nervously, and then stopped short. He felt that he must wait. Would she divine the rest?
"Did she tell you that I went to her?" said Gwendolen, abruptly, looking up at him.
"No," said Deronda. "I don't understand you."
She turned away her eyes again, and sat thinking. Slowly the color dried out of face and neck, and she was as pale as before--with that almost withered paleness which is seen after a painful flush. At last she said--without turning toward him--in a low, measured voice, as if she were only thinking aloud in preparation for future speech,

"He is very ill - very near death," Deronda went on nervously, and then stopped short. Would she divine the rest?
"Did she tell you that I went to her?" said Gwendolen, abruptly.
"No," said Deronda. "I don't understand you."
She turned away her eyes again, and sat thinking, until at last she said-
