So the earl knew.
CHAPTER XXX
A Letter and a Legacy
On a January morning two months later, when all London was under a blanket of snow, a card was brought to Mrs. Darling—Mr. Widdicombe's card.
"I am not at home," she said petulantly. And when the maid had gone she added to herself: "He is the rudest man I know, and I refuse to see rude men."
But the maid was back before she was able to recompose herself.
"The gentleman says, ma'am, that he saw you at the window, and it's most important."
"Tell him that I shall take care not to let him see me at the window again, or any place else. I am engaged and cannot receive him."
But the maid, returning for a second time, presented a second card, bearing a scribbled line, which Nina was about to cast into the blazing grate when a single word of the penciling caught her eye and interest. The word was "Scripps."