The sleep of the new viscountess in her distant bedchamber was fitful and troubled, but there would have been no sleep at all for her could she have known the character of the conversation taking place in the library between the Ravengars, father and son.
CHAPTER XVII THE SECRET OF THE FUNERAL CRYPT
On the day following her recognition at Ravenhall Lorelie sat at luncheon with the earl and the viscount. The servants had retired, leaving them free to indulge in private conversation.
"To my fair daughter-in-law," said the earl, touching his glass with his lips and bowing to Lorelie, who returned the greeting but coldly. The space of twenty-four hours had not reconciled her any the more to his presence.
"Do you know that old Lanfranc is dead?" remarked Ivar, addressing his father.
"No. Where did you learn that?"
"Saw it just now in the obituary column of the Times."
"May one ask who Lanfranc is?" said Lorelie.