Fine, glossy, raven-black hair is combed in profusion over brow and temples, but to him the disguise is apparent. An upward glance reveals that her identity is suspected. Esther's concentrated, startled stare and Sir Donald's look of recognition cannot be misunderstood. Charles sees that there is some strange discovery pending. From Esther and Sir Donald he looks inquiringly to that other troubled, flushed face.
The object of such combined curiosity casts an appealing glance at her companion, then quickly rising, leaves the dining-room.
Waiting for a few moments, the man, slowly and with no appearance of concern, follows.
Sir Donald briefly hesitates, then abruptly quits the table. Stepping to the stairway, he sees the man ascending. Calling to him, Sir Donald craves an interview upon "very important business."
With show of hesitation and vexed impatience, the stranger answers, "Well?"
Sir Donald ascends, and begging pardon for his abrupt manners, says:
"If I am not mistaken, the young lady who just left the table in such distress is supposed to be dead."
The man looks blank.
"Years ago she was reported drowned in the Thames."
Sir Donald sees that he is right.