“Now it is my turn,” said Lady Georgina, who had sat quite silent during all this time by the window. She approached the table where Nance was standing. “May I ask, Nancy Rowton,” she said, “if that mysterious letter was from your husband?”
“It was not,” answered Nance.
“Ah! that is strange; and yet the letter was a summons for you to go to town?”
“Yes, it was,” replied Nance.
“And not from your husband?”
“No.”
“You are going to obey the summons, child?”
“I am, Lady Georgina.”
“You won’t tell me what it is all about?”