“And now,” said he, waving the letter somewhat ostentatiously, and speaking in a formal tone, in which there was an evident sneer—“and now, Lady Dudleigh, I have the honor to inform you that I intend to go out and post this letter. May I have the honor of your company as far as the post-office, and back?”
Lady Dudleigh rose in silence, and hastily throwing on her things, prepared to follow him. Sir Lionel waited with mocking politeness, opened the door, for her to pass out first, and then in company with her went to the post-office, where he mailed the letter, and returned with the smile of satisfaction still upon his face.
Early on the next morning Lady Dudleigh saw her son. He had watched all that night by Dalton's bedside, and seemed pale and exhausted.
“Reginald,” said Lady Dudleigh, “Sir Lionel is going away.”
“Going away?” repeated Reginald, absently.
“Yes; back to Dudleigh Manor.”
Reginald looked inquiringly at his mother, but said nothing.
“I intend,” said Lady Dudleigh, “to go with him.”
“You?”
“Yes.”