“Not he. Johnny bain’t brave enough for that. ’Twas me done it. I be allers ready for a lark.”
Grimshaw turned to Lady Selina.
“Are you satisfied?”
“Yes. I—I am infinitely obliged to you.”
Agatha exclaimed fervently:
“God bless you, sir!”
Lady Selina had spoken stiffly, still erect in her chair. And she gazed mournfully at Nick, not at Grimshaw.
“Nick.”
“Yes, my lady?”
“Do you hate me?”