"Mr. Fitzgerald will be there," said Lady Glencora, altering her voice altogether, and speaking in that low tone with which she used to win Alice's heart down at Matching. She was sitting close over the fire, leaning low, holding up her little hands as a screen to her face, and looking at her companion earnestly. "I'm sure that he will be there, though nobody has told me."
"That may be a reason for your staying away," said Alice, slowly, "but hardly a reason for my going with you."
Lady Glencora would not condescend to tell her friend in so many words that she wanted her protection. She could not bring herself to say that, though she wished it to be understood. "Ah! I thought you would have gone," said she.

"Mr. Fitzgerald will be there," said Lady Glencora, speaking in a low tone. She looked at her companion earnestly. "I'm sure that he will be there, though nobody has told me."
"That may be a reason for your staying away," said Alice slowly, "but hardly a reason for my going with you."
Lady Glencora could not bring herself to say that she wanted her friend's protection, though she wished it to be understood. "Ah! I thought you would have gone," said she.
