The Countess frowned, pushed the spaniel away from her with the toe of her shoe and put down the letter on her dressing-table.
"What is this to me?" she said sullenly. "Do I care to know that they are in love with each other? As well Miss Boyle as any other woman."
"Well, my lady, I thought you wished to show my lord you were no fool; how has he treated you?"
"Some day I am going to be avenged on them, Honoria," she said breathlessly.
"Why not now, my lady? here are the materials."
Lady Lyndwood waved her slight hand impatiently.
"I cannot deal with that woman—he never sees her—it is all in the clouds."
"You can bring it to earth," said Honoria Pryse.
"What of her father—what of Sir Francis. Just now there is nothing in it, you can make everything of it."