“In some, I believe. What a remarkable question, Alicia.”
“I was thinking about Russia,” said Alicia with an innocent air. “Do you suppose heather grows there?”
The Countess remembered the floral symptoms displayed by Ophelia, and grew a trifle nervous.
“My child, what is the matter?”
“Oh, nothing,” replied Alicia hastily.
A short silence followed, during which she was conscious of undergoing a curious scrutiny.
“By the way, mamma,” she found courage to ask at length, “do you know anything about Lord Tulliwuddle?”
Lady Grillyer continued uneasy. These irrelevant questions undoubtedly indicated a mind unhinged.
“I was acquainted with the late Lord Tulliwuddle.”
“Oh, he is dead, then?”