"I come here to follow you! How dare you?"
"Oh, I beg your pardon. I didn't mean to be rude, really; but I naturally inferred——"
"No!" she cried. "Why should I come for you?— Bah! I come for her!"
"For whom?"
"For her," she cried, pointing towards the Hall.
"For her?" inquired Stanley, somewhat dazed by this unexpected change of base. "But who is she?"
"I do not know. I do not care; but she writes to my husband—she makes appointments with him."
"Oh, the nameless friend."
"Now you understand why I have come?"
"Yes, I see. Still I think it lays you open to misconstruction. You had better return to London. I suppose you know you were followed to my house?"