“Me lord’s greetings to me lady,” he said in a strained voice; “I was to give ye that an’ say, ‘Ye are quite free’!”
Lady Betty stared at him wildly. She read a message of calamity in his face.
“What is it? What has happened?” she cried.
But the Irishman only gave her one look of deep reproach and plunged down the stairs into the hubbub of the court.
Clancarty’s ring and “you are free”!
She swayed so that Alice Lynn, who came running toward her, caught her in her arms and almost carried her to her room.
CHAPTER XIX
MY LORD SAVILE REAPS HIS REWARD