"I do not think one of those wrote that, Lord Lyndwood."
"Who else? There is no one in town who has not been so written of. I am well used to it; and as to the lady——"
"As to the lady?" Sir Francis took him up with a strained voice and his eyes narrowed and grew fiery.
"Am I her protector?" asked my lord. "By Gad, it would give a colour to it if I interfered, would it not?"
His tone was unpleasantly mocking. Sir Francis coloured swiftly.
"I do not like the manner of your speech, my lord."
Rose Lyndwood laughed.
"Upon my honour, I do not know why you have come to me. Why do you not marry the lady out of hand and give them the lie that way?"
"I do not think you understand me," said Sir Francis breathlessly.
My lord opened wide, insolent eyes.