“Where to?” said Staines, averting his head.
She told him where, and when they got out, said, “I'll send it you by the servant.”
A flunkey soon after appeared with half-a-crown, and the amateur coachman drove away. He said to himself, “Come, my mustache is a better disguise than I thought.”
Next day, and the day after, he asked Rosa, with affected carelessness, had she heard anything of Lady Cicely.
“No, dear; but I dare say she will call this afternoon: it is her day.”
She did call at last, and after a few words with Rosa, became a little restless, and asked if she might consult Dr. Staines.
“Certainly, dear. Come to his studio.”
“No; might I see him here?”
“Certainly.” She rang the bell, and told the servant to ask Dr. Staines if he would be kind enough to step into the drawing-room.
Dr. Staines came in, and bowed to Lady Cicely, and eyed her a little uncomfortably.