“Are you mad, Clara!” he cried. “What can have put such a thought into your head?”
“The Prime Minister.”
“Who? The Prime Minister?”
“Yes, dear. Now do, do be good! Or perhaps I had better not speak to you about it any more.”
“Well, I really think that you have gone rather too far to retreat.”
“It was the Prime Minister, then, who told me that Lord Arthur was going to Tangier.”
“It is a fact, though it had escaped my memory for the instant.”
“And then came Sir William with his advice about Ida. Oh! Charlie, it is surely more than a coincidence!”
“I am convinced,” said Lord Charles, with his shrewd, questioning gaze, “that it is very much more than a coincidence, Lady Clara. You are a very clever woman, my dear. A born manager and organiser.”
Lady Clara brushed past the compliment.