He raised his glasses, and saw that it was open—a note directed in a feminine hand to Lady Henry Moorpark.
The note fell from his fingers and a frown gathered on his brow as, after a few moments’ hesitation, he walked rapidly out of the chamber and down into the drawing-room, where he rang the bell, and a footman came to the call.
“Has her ladyship gone out, Robert?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“And Miss Allerton?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Did they have the carriage?”
“No, my lord; Miss Allerton went out directly after dinner, and her ladyship soon after.”
“That will do.”
The man left the room, and Lord Henry stood for a few minutes gazing straight before him, and with a strangely stern aspect in his face.