He nodded to me after he got on his horse; a spirited animal, Black Knave by name: and rode away at a brisk canter, followed by his groom.
CHAPTER XVII.
THE STRANGER APPLICANT.
"Is Mr. Chandos gone, do you know, Miss?"
The question came from Hill, who put her head in at the oak-parlour to make it.
"He rode away not three minutes ago."
"Dear me! My lady wanted him to call somewhere else. I suppose a note must be posted."
"Stay an instant, Mrs. Hill," I said, detaining her. "There's a new companion wanted, is there not, for Mrs. Chandos?"
"Of course there is," returned Hill. "What of it?"
"Can I see Lady Chandos?"
Hill turned hard directly, facing me resolutely.