Lord Ormsby was the first to speak.
"Mademoiselle Rivière, I believe," he said, bowing stiffly.
"Not so, my lord."
"No?" queried the earl.
"No!" she replied with a smile that annoyed him. As if it mattered to him who she was!
"Hum, some mistake. What name, then, may I ask——?"
"Viscountess Walden, my lord," she replied, with an air as stately as his own.
For a few moments the earl's surprise was too great for words. He sank upon a stone seat, and stared from one to the other.
"You hear what this woman says," he remarked in a harsh voice, turning to his son. "Is it true?"
"We are married—yes," returned Ivar, sullenly.