She looked up as the tall graceful figure approached.
"You are tiring yourself to death, my dear," she said, with a sigh.
"No, I am enjoying it. What is the matter?"
Lady Wyndward looked at her candidly.
"I am troubled about my only troublous subject. Leycester has gone off again."
"I know," was the quiet answer.
"Where, I know not; he said London. I don't know why I should feel particularly uneasy, but I do. There is some plot afoot between Lord Charles and him."
"I know it," smiled Lenore, "Lord Charles is not good at keeping a secret. He makes a very bad conspirator."
"He would do anything for Leycester, any mad thing," sighed Lady Wyndward.
The beautiful face smiled down at her thoughtfully for a moment, then Lenore said: