“His lordship did not tell me, my lord.”
Léonie smote her hands together. “ Voyons, I find it insupportable that no one can tell me anything about my son! Speak, you! Was that girl with M. le Marquis? — No, I will not be quiet, Rupert! Was she with him, Fletcher?”
“I beg your grace’s pardon?” Mr. Fletcher was all polite bewilderment.
“Do not beg my pardon again, or I shall become enraged!” Léonie said dangerously. “It is no use to tell me you do not know of any girl, for me I am well aware that M. le Marquis had one with him when he left England. That is not a thing extraordinary. It is true, is it not?”
Mr. Fletcher cast an appealing glance at Lord Rupert, who said testily: “Don’t stare at me, man! We know the girl was with his lordship.”
Mr. Fletcher bowed. “As your lordship says.”
“Well, has she gone to Dijon?”
“I could not say, my lord.”
Léonie eyed him with hostility. “Did she leave this house with M. le Marquis?”
“No, your grace. She was not with his lordship when he set forward on his journey.”