Kitty crossed the room to the bell.
"What time does your train go?"
"My——? I—must leave this at seven-thirty."
Kitty rang the bell. A housemaid appeared.
"I want a fly at seven-thirty. Please see that Miss Keating's luggage is downstairs by then. Her room will not be wanted."
Miss Keating's face was livid.
"You wish," said she, "the hotel people to think that it is you who have given me notice?"
"You poor thing. I only wanted the fly to go down to my account."
"You expect me to believe that?"
"I don't expect anything of you—now. I suppose it's Colonel Hankin who has been talking about my life? It wasn't Mr. Lucy, though you'd like to make me think so."