“We shall have the lawsuit after all, I am afraid,” said Kenelm.
She looked at him.
“There was something in John Conyer’s manner that I did not much like,” she said. “He seemed to fancy that Ronald was compelled to let him have The Willows.”
“Men like him presume when they have a lady to deal with. Hand him over to me, Lady Alden. I will settle with him.”
“I should like to please my husband,” she said, plaintively.
“Is there any place we can search?” she asked. “I am anxious, too, that we should manage the matter so as to please Sir Ronald.”
In vain they searched every possible place, but there was no trace of any such writings.
“We must give it up as lost,” said Kenelm.
If they had but done so this story would never have been written. Suddenly Lady Alden looked at him with a smile.
“I am losing my memory,” she said.