“Is the lady in some ante-room waiting for our departure?”
“No,” said Dale sharply.
“Because we would relieve you of our company, but we would rather meet the lady now.”
“Of course,” cried Lady Grayson. “We do not wish our visit to be misconstrued.”
“I do not understand it,” said Dale; and going to the bell, he rang sharply. Then once more there was silence, till shuffling steps were heard, then a tap at the door, and Keren-Happuch entered in answer to a loud “Come in,” wiping her hands upon her apron, and with her face scarlet.
“Where is the lady you announced just now?” said Dale sharply.
“Plee, sir, she’s gone, sir.”
“Gone?”
“Yes, sir.”
Lady Grayson uttered a low sigh of satisfaction.