"Yes."
"Did he give any name?"
"After he left, I heard that he called himself Mr. Temple."
While these words were spoken, Mrs. Lenoir, finding herself unable to stand, sank into a chair, and the Duchess, sinking to her knees, hid her face in her lap, holding Mrs. Lenoir's hand.
"Describe the man, Lizzie," said Mrs. Lenoir.
Lizzie did so in a graphic manner; the portrait she presented was truthful and unmistakable. Every word that was being uttered was carrying conviction to the Duchess's soul.
"When he left the house," said Mrs. Lenoir, "Charlie and you--Charlie and Lizzie are engaged, my dear, and will soon be married,"--this to the Duchess--"Charlie and you were in the passage, and he passed you."
"Yes."
"Charlie, you saw his face?"
"I did, ma'am."