'Well, there is Lord Cadbury.'
'Of course.'
'And Captain Goring.'
'Of course,' said the pretty widow, fanning herself, though a crystal screen was between her and the fire.
'Why of course?' asked Alison, colouring; 'and there is Jerry Wilmot—your devoted—and Captain Dalton, who will be sure to fall in love with you.'
At Dalton's name Mrs. Trelawney changed colour; indeed she grew so perceptibly pale, while her lips quivered, that Alison remarked it.
'Dearest, what agitates you so? Do you know him?' asked the girl.
'No—not at all!'
'What then——'
'I knew one of the same name who did me—let me rather say—my family—a great wrong.'