'And who told you, Milly?'
'It was L'Amour,' answered Milly, with her blue eyes very wide open.
'What does the child mean? L'Amour! You don't mean love?' exclaimed Lady Knollys, puzzled in her turn.
'I mean old Wyat; she told me and the Governor.'
'You're not to say that,' I interposed.
'You mean your father?' suggested Lady Knollys.
'Well, yes; father told her, and so I knew him.'
'What could he mean?' exclaimed Lady Knollys, laughing, as it were, in soliloquy; 'and I did not mention his name, I recollect now. He recognised you, and you him, when you came into the room yesterday; and now you must tell me how you discovered that he and Lady Mary were to be married.'
So Milly restated her evidence, and Lady Knollys laughed unaccountably heartily; and she said—
'They will be so confounded! but they deserve it; and, remember, I did not say so.'