"Certainly, Wilson," she said; "show Mr. Andrews in at once."
CHAPTER XXV
The Interested Married Man
Lord Kneedrock lived, when he was in town, in a small suite in St. James's Square.
Here Carleigh came on a bright morning, three days later, to find Kneedrock in the little sitting-room reading before a fire, three windows open and two dogs asleep at his feet.
They talked for half an hour before the visitor reached his point.
"She told me all," he said, then. "I suppose it's fairest to say outright that she told me all."
Kneedrock didn't look at him. He was smoking his pipe, and his gaze fixed itself on the curling clouds of smoke that eddied in the cross-currents of air from the open windows.
"I suppose that she told you she was to blame, eh?" he drawled after a moment.