“Can’t you see, my dear, that it’s all right? Now then, tell the poor little girl that you’re ashamed of what you said.”
Lady Lisle drew herself up, and seemed to be swallowing something that forced its way into her throat. Then, coldly—
“Yes,” she said, “I retract everything that I said—to—Syd’s—Oh, the horror of it!” she gasped. “Syd’s wife. But as for you, sir—yes, I wronged you, too, by those terrible thoughts; but all is at an end between us.”
“Eh?” ejaculated Sir Hilton.
“All is at an end between us. Never can I take the hand of man again who could stoop to playing the part of a common jockey.”
“But it was for the best, my dear.”
“Yes, Lady Lisle,” cried Lady Tilborough, “and to save two very old friends from ruin and despair.”
“Yes, Lady Lisle; that is a fact,” cried Granton.
“Possibly,” said Lady Lisle, coldly.
“And I’ll never do so any more, Laura.”