“Ha!” sighed Sir Hilton, with a look of intense relief. “But it must be kept from your aunt. She has such—”
“Kept from auntie?” cried Syd, staring. “Why, she knows all.”
“Knows all? You’ve told her?”
“No-o-o-o. Don’t you remember? No, you recollect nothing. She got to know you were off to ride somehow, and came after us to the hotel.”
“What?”
“That’s right, uncle. Lady Lisle came and saw him, didn’t she, Sam?”
“Yes, sir,” growled Sam, still mopping his face.
“But not dressed—not in my silk and boots?”
“Oh, yes, uncle. Didn’t she, Sam?”
“Yes, sir; that’s right enough.”