Hewitt took up the bottle on the sideboard and examined it. Miss Blake thought he looked as confused as his master. "He plays tricks with the wine," was the mental conclusion she drew.
Hewitt came round, grave as ever, and filled up the glasses again. Karl began talking to him, about the wine in the cellar: but Miss Blake was not going to let her subject drop.
"Do you know this place that they call the Maze, Sir Karl?"
"Scarcely."
"Or its mistress, Mrs. Grey?"
"I have seen her," shortly replied Karl.
"Oh, have you! When?"
"She wrote me a note relative to some repairs that were required, and I went over."
"Since you were back this time, do you mean?"
"Oh no. It was just after my mother's death."