Harry looked into the fire; a torn fragment or two had fallen into the grate.
"I dropped it into the fire," said Cynthia. "For I had already changed my mind about it."
The long letter which she had torn up at the first news of Colonel Challoner's defection, the letter which was to commemorate that evening, had been written to Colonel Challoner, and admitted that she was the daughter of his son.
CHAPTER XXXI
[M. POIZAT AGAIN]
"There is a man at the door, madam. He says that he is a Ludsey man, and that he worked for Captain Rames during the election."
It was midday. Cynthia had her hat on and was at the moment buttoning her gloves.
"Tell him that Captain Rames is at the House of Commons now, and that he will be back at home by five," she said.
"The man asked for you," said the footman.
"For me? Did he give a name?"