Edwin nodded. "Even to the offer of one thousand a year."
"She should have had more sense than to say that," snapped Lady Wyke.
"Don't you think that we had better leave Miss Lemby's name out of this conversation?" said Craver, tartly.
"I asked you to," she reminded him swiftly, "and you refused."
Craver could not deny this, and looked uncomfortable. "I have not much time to wait, Lady Wyke," he remarked, looking at his watch with pointed rudeness. "I must ask you to come to the point."
"Oh, there is plenty of time for that," she answered sweetly. "You must have some tea first."
"Thank you. I am due back to tea at the Rectory."
"I think not. We have much to say to one another."
"About Mr. Lemby?"
"No." Lady Wyke looked at him so pointedly that he blushed. "About yourself."