“Yes,” he said; “I have his dismissal in my hand,” and he held up Doris’ note.
Lady Grace drew a long breath.
“You—you are very clever!” she said.
He looked at her with an affectation of surprise.
“I—I!” he murmured; “I know nothing about it! I happen to know the young lady slightly, and she, not knowing Lord Cecil’s address——”
“He must have written to her!” broke in Lady Grace.
“Has he, do you think?” responded Spenser Churchill, opening his eyes with a childlike innocence.
Lady Grace smiled.
“I see! I see! You intercepted the letters?”
“I beg your pardon! What did you say? Not knowing Lord Cecil’s address, Miss Marlowe committed this letter to my care. Now the question is, shall we send it on to him, or wait till he comes back? I think you said he would be back in a week, dear marquis?”