“And generous enough to admire what may belong to another,” added Linton, but in a tone only audible by Lady Kilgoff.
“We have got a few minutes before dinner, madam. I must beg you will employ them in writing to Mr. Leonard to return the bracelet at once. Say it was a mistake on your part,—an inadvertence,—and done without my knowledge. Caution the man, too, about appropriating any portion of the design, and remind him that articles of virtu are protected by the Act of copyright.”
“We had better delay the postboy, my Lord,” said Linton; “he starts at seven precisely.”
“Do so, sir.”
“Dinner!” cried the butler, flinging wide the folding-doors.
“Could we delay that pleasant summons a few minutes, Mr. Cashel?” said Lord Kilgoff.
“It will not be necessary on my account, sir; I 'll write to-morrow.” And this she said with an air of haughty defiance that never failed to subdue the old peer's petulance; and then, accepting Cashel's arm, moved on without a word.
“Where is it? that's the question!” whispered Mrs. White to Lady Janet.
“Take you two to one it's not at Leonard's,” said Frobisher.
“Give you an even fifty, Linton knows all about it,” replied Upton.