Lady Grace moved a little away, out of reach of the cold, piercing eyes, and a quiver shot over her face.
“Has he left the house, do you think?” she asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I should imagine so. I should fancy that wild horses would not hold him!”
“Where’s he going?”
The marquis smiled indifferently.
“I haven’t the least idea—to Australia, probably.”
She started.
“He would not be so mad!”
“If my opinion is worth anything, I think he is mad enough for anything! This girl must be extremely good-looking, Grace!”