“How do you know?”
“Because when I went downstairs half an hour ago I met Lady Susan on the way—”
He stopped, half smiling.
“Well?”
“And she stopped to ask if I thought you would act as patroness to a charity concert she is getting up.”
In spite of themselves they both broke into a laugh. Lydia’s ended in sobs and she sank down with her face hidden. Gannett bent over her, seeking her hands.
“That vile woman—I ought to have warned you to keep away from her; I can’t forgive myself! But he spoke to me in confidence; and I never dreamed—well, it’s all over now.”
Lydia lifted her head.
“Not for me. It’s only just beginning.”
“What do you mean?”