CHAPTER XXIII
LEE returned to her father-in-law more slowly than she had advanced upon the enemy. She longed desperately for Cecil, but he was the last person in whom she could confide.
Lord Barnstaple opened the door for her.
“How pale you are!” he said. “I suppose I sent you to about the nastiest interview of your life.”
“Oh. I got the best of her. She was screaming about the room and I got tired of it and nearly shook the life out of her.”
Lord Barnstaple laughed with genuine delight. “I knew she’d never get the best of you,” he cried. “I knew you’d trounce her. Well, what else?”
“She promised to tell Mr. Pix he must go to-night.”
“Ah, you did manage her. How did you do it?”
“I told her I’d tell him if she didn’t.”
“Good! But of course she’ll get back at us. What’s she got up her sleeve?”