“If I can save them!” flashed Delia, “I tell you this shall be over all England to-morrow!”
Lady Dalrymple rose and came toward her.
“So you can save your friends,” she said gently.
“Will you not thank me a little?”
Delia stared at her.
“Why should I thank you?” she demanded.
“For what Sir John would not have told you,” was the answer. “This news should mean much to you.”
“I do thank you, madam,” said Delia coldly, drawing back.
Lady Dalrymple came nearer, leaned forward over the table.
“Ah, sit down,” she said, sweetly and sadly. “I have few to talk to—”