"Also her fire-eating cousin; her father, too, I dare swear, and half London"—he kept his shadowed grey eyes on her face.
"Well, are you Miss Boyle's deputy, Susannah?"
"Yes," said Miss Chressham, sitting erect, with a hand clasped on a swiftly heaving breast. "I have been trying to gain a word with you since yesterday afternoon, when she, Selina, came to me."
Lord Lyndwood interrupted.
"With what object?" he asked, and his foot lightly beat time to the measure of the minuet.
"Can you not imagine?" Susannah paused a moment striving with distaste for her task. "I am her close friend—she hath confided in me——"
"Ah, what?"
Miss Chressham lowered her agitated voice.
"That the Gazette gives only the truth."
The Earl shrugged his shoulders.