"Stay a moment. Why must it be to-night?"
"He must not be in the court to-morrow. And what difference will one day make? He must know it when the property is given up."
Then there was a knock at the door, and a girl entered with a decanter, two wine-glasses, and a slice or two of bread and butter. "You must drink that," said Mrs. Orme, pouring out a glass of wine.
"And you?"
"Yes, I will take some too. There. I shall be stronger now. Nay, Lady Mason, you shall drink it. And now if you will take my advice you will go to bed."
"You will come to me again?"
"Yes; directly it is over. Of course I shall come to you. Am I not to stay here all night?"
"But him;—I will not see him. He is not to come."
"That will be as he pleases."
"No. You promised that. I cannot see him when he knows what I have done for him."