“Of course; so you did, my lady.”
“I meant since.”
“Yes, my lady; after you’d gone in the b’rouche. Lady Tilborough came on horseback.”
“To call on me?”
“She asked for Sir Hilton, my lady.”
“Ha!” ejaculated the jealous woman, through the envelope.
“But she said something, my lady,” cried Jane, womanlike, grasping her mistress’s feelings and eager to put matters right. “Ah, what did she say?” came like lightning.
“She said you wasn’t at home, my lady, for she met you in the road.”
“The brazen deception!” said Lady Lisle to herself. “A cloak of cunning to try and hide her sin.”
“She did not stop very long, my lady, but went off before I could get to the door. I think she wanted to see Dr Granton.”