He turned so that he could see her with the greater ease.
“Yes, madam.”
The words came clearly above the rumbling of the wheels.
“You are going to inform,” she said, with the same steadiness.
He leaned forward a little.
“The Prince will not go hunting in Hampton Court on Saturday, madam.”
“Ye are ganging to betray us,” said the Countess. “I knew it.”
“It is not the right word,” he answered. “I shall warn the Prince—no more.”
She looked at him quickly and quietly then burst out contemptuously:
“Ye lie! lie! lie! Ye will gie every name ye know to the Prince!”