The family were sitting below in the library with Thurston and Lord Stafford. No one, so far, had ventured a remark or asked a question relating to the night before.
Mrs. Bunker, finally, tired of discussing matters which did not interest her, and anxious to know something relating to the subject uppermost in all their minds, went to the window, pretending that she wished to see if her hansom was still waiting, well aware Lord Stafford would follow her.
"You look charming this morning, Mrs. Bunker," remarked Lord Stafford, gallantly joining her, as she expected, in the window embrasure.
"So Indiana is sleeping it off," observed Mrs. Bunker, confidentially.
"I am sure I don't know," answered Lord Stafford, twirling his moustache.
"You were with Thurston when we came?"
"Yes," said Lord Stafford, indifferently.
"Well, he told you?" queried Mrs. Bunker, in an exasperated tone.
"Thurston said nothing, and, of course, I couldn't ask."
"Well, you English are the closest-mouthed people. They've had a row. Haven't you any curiosity to know how it ended?"