There was a look of relief upon the face she turned to the servant.
“Where is the—lady?”
“In the little drawing-room, madam.”
Holding the card in her hand, Leslie hastened to the little drawing-room.
A tall, veiled woman advanced to meet her; it was the occupant of the carriage.
Leslie came close to this sombre-robed figure and said, almost in a whisper: “Mr. Stanhope?”
“It is I, Mrs. Warburton. Need I say that only the most urgent necessity could have brought me here at such a time?”
“It is the right time, sir.”
She held up before him the crumpled note.
“It is from them?” he asked.