"Five thousand pounds!" she echoed, aghast.
"On account," said Silver blandly. "On account, Lady Agnes."
"And for what reason?"
"Sir Hubert was a gypsy," he said again, and with a significant look.
"Well?"
"He stopped at the camp near Abbot's Wood."
"Well?"
"There is a gypsy girl there called Chaldea."
"Chaldea! Chaldea!" muttered the widow, passing her hand across her brow. "I have heard that name. Oh, yes. Miss Greeby mentioned it to me as the name of a girl who was sitting as Mr. Lambert's model."
"Yes," assented Silver, grinning. "She is a very beautiful girl."