The eruption was checked, and the calm aspect closed up, as the bright envelope of the sun eliminates a sun-spot at times.
“Has he—er—gone fishing with Master Sydney?”
“No, my lady; I didn’t see, for I was doing your room. But he ordered the dogcart, Mark said, and they’ve gone together.”
“Where did Mark say they were going?”
Lady Lisle was losing her calmness at this check to her plans.
Jane was silent.
“Why do you not speak, girl?” came in sternly tragic tones.
“Please, my lady, I’d rather not.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to get a fellow-servant into trouble.”