"I refuse to write that rubbish! 'One of the ladies whom I rescued—'"
"Good heavens, madam, you've not put that?" cried Jack horrified.
She smiled reassuringly.
"I have not. I have put: 'My nurse is writing this for me.'"
"Madam, you are of a teasing disposition," reproved my lord. "M—yes—'When you take Jenny—over to Trencham ... will you please tell Jim to bring my baggage ... here at once?' Have you that, Miss Betty?"
"Yes."
"Remember me to Lady ... Molly, I beg ... and accept my apologies ... and thanks.'" He paused. "Will you sign it J.C., please, and address it to Sir Miles O'Hara, Thurze House, Maltby?"
"Sir Miles O'Hara! Is he your friend, Mr.—Mr.—I do not know your name."
"Car—" began Jack, and stopped, biting his lip. "Carr," he continued imperturbably, "John Carr. Do you know O'Hara, Miss Betty?"
"Me? No! Will he come to see you, do you think?"