"It was a begging letter, wasn't it?" he inquires.
"She certainly wants something of me. I am not sure if she will get it or not. Hal, promise me not to speak of this to-day to anyone—will you, dear?"
"Mum's the word. I can keep a secret, you bet," answers the eldest-born of the Clives, with dreadful slang, acquired, no doubt, in the stables which he visits daily with his father.
"Thank you, dear, that's a good boy. Now let us go back to Mark and Dot," says Lady Vera, putting her yellow-covered letter in her pocket.
[CHAPTER XXXV.]
"Shall I keep the appointment?" Lady Vera asks herself many times that day.
A certain doubt and dread hovers intangibly in her mind. Will she really obtain the lost memorandum-book, or is it only some trap her enemies have set for her?
She longs to consult Sir Harry and Lady Clive, but the warning of the writer deters her.
"She must come alone and unwatched, or she will accomplish nothing."