'Yes, but how did you know?' she cried, apparently in boundless innocent astonishment.
'Ah!' said he archly. 'Now how did I know?' He produced the envelope and held it up before her eyes. 'You'd never make a diplomatist, Trix!'
'I dropped it in the garden!'
'And, as I was naturally looking for you, I found it!'
He was not disappointed of his sensation. The thing was simple indeed, but neat.
'I notice everything too—everything,' observed Lord Barmouth, with the air of explaining an occurrence otherwise very astonishing.
'It's quite true, Robert does,' Lady Barmouth assured Mrs. Bonfill.
'Wonderful!' ejaculated that lady with friendly heartiness.
Lord Barmouth cleared his throat. 'So far as possible from that quarter, good news, I hope?'
Trix had postponed making up her mind what to say; she did not mean to mention Fricker's letter till the next morning, and hoped that she would see her way a little clearer then. She was denied the respite. They all waited for her answer.