"Well, she was more like a servant," responded Miss Brail doubtfully, "I should say a lady's maid."
"Was it sent?" asked Madame impatiently.
"Yes--the address is in the book," answered Miss Brail, and went out to get the book. In a few moments she returned, and announced:
"Lydia Fenny, Cleopatra Villa, St. John's Wood."
In spite of his habitual phlegm, Dowker started, on perceiving which, Madame dismissed Miss Brail at once.
"Why do you start?" she asked curiously, when the door had closed.
Dowker sighed in his usual manner, and taking out his handkerchief, twisted it up into a hard ball, a sure sign that he was impressed in some way.
"Cleopatra Villa is Lord Calliston's place."
"Oh!" said Madame in rather an amazed tone, "what a curious thing we should have been speaking about him! I suppose this Lydia Fenny is the lady's maid there."
"Was the lady's maid," corrected Dowker.