"'Twere directed to Mrs. Snow."
"Oh. Not to that lady who is staying there?"
"What lady be that?" questioned Sam.
"The one you told me about. The lady with the long gold earrings."
Sam's stolid countenance assumed a look of doubt, as if he did not altogether understand. His eyes grew wider.
"That un! Her bain't there now, her bain't. Her didn't stop. Her went right away again the next day after she come."
"Did she?" exclaimed Lady Level, taken by surprise. "Are you sure?"
"Be I sure as that's a newspaper in your hand?" retorted Sam. "In course I be sure. The fly were ordered down here for her the next morning, and she come on to the station in it, Mr. Snow a sitting outside."
"She went back to London, then!"
"She went just t'other way," contradicted the boy. "Right on by the down-train. Dover her ticket were took for."