"Through whom?"
"A servant. A man whom I have seen with Luttrell several times. Stevens, they call him."
"Did you see Hugo Luttrell?"
"No. I heard his voice."
"He was in the house then?"
"Yes. I suppose he did not care to see me."
"You are curiously unsuspicious for a man of your experience," said Vivian, resting his head on one hand with a sort of sigh.
Percival started to his feet. "You think that it was a blind?" he cried.
"No doubt of it. He does not want you to see your sister."
"What for? Good Heavens! you don't mean to insinuate that he does not treat her well?"