“Yes, my Lady,” was the calm reply.
“And who are these other people?”
“The Duc de Mirecourt was married to 'Mademoiselle,' the daughter of the Duchesse de Luygnes.”
“Have you heard or seen anything of them since you came here?” asked her Ladyship.
“No, my Lady, except a hurried salute yesterday from a carriage as we drove in. I just caught sight of the Duchesse as she waved her hand to me.”
“Oh, I saw it. I returned the salutation, never suspecting it was meant for you. And she was your companion—your dear friend—long ago?”
“Yes, my Lady,” said Kate, bending down over her work, but showing in the crimson flush that spread over her neck how the speech had touched her.
“And you used to correspond, I think?” continued her Ladyship.
“We did so, my Lady.”
“And she dropped it, of course, when she married,—she had other things to think of?”