"No—never. And I have often puzzled myself to think whence came those supplies."
"You cannot suppose that either Lord or Lady Tremordyn replenish her purse?"
"Yes—I have thought so."
"Oh! very well; you know best;" and Chichester sipped his wine with an affected indifference which was in itself most eloquently significant.
"My dear fellow," said the baronet, after a pause, "I feel convinced that you have got some plan in your head, or else that you know more than you choose to say. In either case, Lady Cecilia is concerned. I have told you that I care not one fig about her—on my honour! Have the kindness, then, to speak without reserve."
"And then you may be offended," said Chichester.
"How absurd! Speak."
"What if I was to tell you that Lady Cecilia—"
"Well?"
"Is Greenwood's mistress!"