At the sight all the happy past rose before her , and if her telltale eyes had not been averted they would have betrayed her . A sudden flush of maidenly shame dyed her cheek as she remembered that last ride , and the childish confidences then interchanged . This Helen was the little sweetheart whose picture he wore , and now , in spite of all obstacles , he had won both fortune and ladylove . The sound of his voice recalled her thoughts , and glancing up she met the deep eyes fixed on her with the same steady look they used to wear . He had addressed her , but what he said she knew not , beyond a vague idea that it was some slight allusion to the music going on in the next room . With a smile which would serve for an answer to almost any remark , she hastily plunged into conversation with a composure that did her credit in the eyes of her friends , who stood in awe of the young hero , for all were but just out . `` Mr. Talbot hardly needs an introduction here , for his name is well-known among us , though this is perhaps his first visit to England ? '' she said , flattering herself that this artful speech would entrap him into the reply she wanted . With a slight frown , as if the allusion to his adventure rather annoyed him , and a smile that puzzled all but Lillian , he answered very simply , `` It is not my first visit to this hospitable island . I was here a few years ago , for a short time , and left with regret . '' `` Then you have old friends here ? '' And Lillian watched him as she spoke . `` I had . They had doubtless forgotten me now , '' he said , with a sudden shadow marring the tranquillity of his face . `` Why doubt them ? If they were true friends , they will not forget . '' The words were uttered impulsively , almost warmly , but Talbot made no response , except a polite inclination and an abrupt change in the conversation . `` That remains to be proved . Do you sing , Miss Trevlyn ? '' `` A little . ''
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