"Don't you think it very singular that so young a woman should be living there alone?"
"I suppose she likes it. The husband is said to be abroad."
"You have no acquaintance with the people?" persisted Miss Blake.
"Oh dear no."
"And going in with a key from his own pocket!" thought Miss Blake, as she drew in her lips.
"Foxwood and its inhabitants, as I told Lucy, are tolerably strange to me," added Sir Karl. "Lucy, you were talking of Margaret Sumnor. What age is she?"
He was resolute in turning the conversation from the Maze: as Miss Blake saw. What was his motive? All kinds of comical ideas were in her mind, not all of them good ones.
"I'll watch," she mentally said. "In the interests of religion, to say nothing of respectability, I'll watch."