“Did you meet Lady Dacre yesterday?” she asked, and then added coldly, “Perhaps it was one of Moore’s daughters she mistook for you.”
For a brief moment the possibility of taking advantage of this idea darted through Iris’s mind, but she let it go, and answered faintly:
“I did meet her.”
“Where were you, and with whom?”
When her godmother spoke so very distinctly Iris knew how angry she was, and it was dreadfully difficult to answer at first. Presently, however, gathering courage she lifted her head and said almost defiantly:
“In the donkey-cart with Moore.”
“Did you drive to Dinham with him?”
“No.”
“How did you get there?”
“I ran across the fields.”