"How did you find me out?" she asked, angrily, when her visitor—the same Mr. Hobson we saw at Constantinople—was introduced.
"Ah! How do I find everything and everybody out? That's my affair—my business, I may say."
"And what do you want?" went on Mrs. Wilders, in the same key.
"First of all, to condole with you on the loss of so many near relatives. I missed you at Constantinople after Lord Lydstone's sad and dreadful death."
Mrs. Wilders shuddered in spite of herself.
"You suffer remorse?" he said, mockingly.
She made a gesture of protest.
"Sorrow, I should say. Yet you benefited greatly."
"On the contrary, not at all. Another life still intervenes."
"Another! and you knew nothing of it! Impossible!"