“But it wanted doing so badly, miss, and you were gone out in the garden.”
“Yes, yes; but leave off, that’s a good girl, now. I want to sit down and read.”
“Yes, miss,” said Dally, hurriedly using the duster.
“Do you know where my brother has gone?”
“No, miss; don’t you?”
“No,” said Leo wearily.
“Oh, yes, I do, miss; he went to the Manor House, and then he come back to Miss Mary, and I think now he’s gone to King’s Hampton.”
“Oh,” said Leo wearily. “That will do; and don’t come to tidy up my room again without asking leave.”
“No, miss,” said Dally, retreating and going back to her own room, where she threw her housemaid’s utensils on the bed, and took out and read the address on the envelope, “Telacot’s Hotel, Craven Street, Strand.”
“Don’t you be afraid, miss,” she muttered, “I won’t tidy up your room again. Oh, what treachery there is in this world! But wait, my dear, and you shall see!”