“I am glad,” she cried. “No; I ought to be sorry for the poor people. But how they are finding out what a dear, clever, old fellow Pierce is! I wonder who this can be?”
She was not kept long in doubt, for the servant came up.
“If you please, ma’am, there’s that gentleman again who called to see master.”
“What gentleman?” said Jenny, suddenly turning nervous—“Mr Wilton?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Did you tell him your master was out?”
“Yes, ma’am, and he said would you see him just a moment?”
“I’ll come down,” said Jenny, turning very hard and stiff; and it seemed to be a different personage who descended to Leigh’s consulting room, where Claud was walking up and down with his hat on.
“Ah, Miss Leigh!” he cried, excitedly, as he half ran to her, with his hands extended.
But Jenny did not seem to see them; only standing pokeresque, and gazing at the young fellow’s hat.