She rose with amazement depicted on her countenance.
"Miss Lorton! At the lodge?"
"Yes," he said impatiently. "We were engaged nearly two years ago. There was a—a—misunderstanding—but it is all cleared up. I want your congratulations, countess."
She was an American, and therefore quick to seize a point.
"And you have them, Drake. That sweet, beautiful girl! I am glad! But—but——"
"What?" he asked impatiently.
"But Luce!" she stammered. "We all thought that——"
"You are wrong," he said, almost hoarsely. "It is Miss Lorton. Go to her at the lodge, and——"
He said no more, but went to the writing table.
Lady Angleford, all in amaze, left the room.