Lexy flushed.
“I don’t want to hurt any one,” she declared stiffly. “I just want to help your daughter.”
“Proceed, then!” said Mrs. Enderby.
Lexy rose.
“Then I’ll say good-by, Mrs. Enderby,” she said. “My trunk’s packed. I’ll send for it this afternoon.[Pg 324]”
“And where are you going in such a hurry?”
“I’m going to Wyngate,” said Lexy.
“Ah!” said Mrs. Enderby. “It is a pretty place, is it not?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen it.”
“Pardon me—you saw it yesterday. It is a small village through which we passed on the way to Miss Craigie’s house.”