“I’ll be there,” said Audrey, pulling the grass by her side. “But I wish I could do something,” she added wistfully.
“Don’t get embroiled in politics, my pretty maid.”
Miss de Lisle frowned.
“I’ve a jolly good mind,” she said, “to write to him.”
“You don’t even know his name,” said Christopher John.
“Yes, I do. Pendragon. And you can get his address.”
Christopher swallowed.
“I’m sure you’d be asking for trouble,” he said uneasily. “Why not let sleeping dogs lie? You can’t believe all the gossip that——”
“I can and do,” said Audrey. “I don’t say I’m going to write, but I’d like his address. I shall expect it at ten to-morrow morning.”
“Very good, m’lady,” said John, and pulled his forelock.