In a second Lady Isabelle's hands were on Miss Fitzgerald's shoulders, and her eyes blazed into the eyes of the Irish girl.
"The truth, woman, the truth! Is he my husband?"
"Yes."
"Then why does Mr. Lambert——?"
"Because he believes that I was the bride."
"Did you tell him so?"
"No, but when I went to make the arrangements he blundered into the mistake—and—well, I didn't take the trouble to correct him."
"You dared!"
"Yes," she replied. "I'd do a good deal for Jack—we used to care for each other once."
Her Ladyship's eyes flashed dangerously, and Miss Fitzgerald hastened to add: