“You are a woman too,” said he, a little helplessly. “Tell me—what on earth does this mean?”
The dowager read it slowly and keenly, and said, “It means—another man.”
“Ah!” said Uxmoor, with a sort of snarl.
“Have you seen any one about her?”
“No; not lately. At Vizard Court there was. But that is all over now, I conclude. It was a Mr. Severne, an adventurer, a fellow that was caught out in a lie before us all. Vizard tells me a lady came and claimed him before Miss Vizard, and he ran away.”
“An unworthy attachment, in short?”
“Very unworthy, if it was an attachment at all.”
“Was he at Vizard Court when she declined your hand?”
“Yes.”
“Did he remain, after you went?”