"It has been a terrible blunder," she said thoughtfully. "But—ah, what a load your news has removed from my heart! Not Lord Auchester, but the duke!"
She closed her eyes and drew a long breath. Yorke was all her own now!
"Can you tell me the duke's address. Lady Eleanor?" he asked after a pause.
"His London house is in Grosvenor Square. He will go there, and not to Rothbury, on his return to England. Do you want to see him?" she added. "Why?"
"I have a small matter of business with his grace," he replied.
Lady Eleanor looked at his grave face apprehensively.
"You will not——."
"Tell him anything that has occurred? Scarcely, Lady Eleanor," he said. "That which you and I did in regard to these bills and Lord Auchester's money affairs must forever remain secret. Erase it from your memory."
"Ah, if I could!" she murmured. "When I think of the possibility of his knowing——."