"Her grace, sir, is not yet returned."
Montresor stumbled into the room, and even with his eye-glasses carefully adjusted, did not at once perceive who was in it.
Sir Wilfrid went towards him.
"Ah, Bury! Convalescent, I hope?"
"Quite. The Duchess has gone to meet Mrs. Delafield."
"Mrs.--?" Montresor's mouth opened. "But, of course, you know?"
"Oh yes, I know. But one's tongue has to get oiled. You see Lady Henry?"
Montresor started.
"I am glad to see Lady Henry," he replied, stiffly.
Lady Henry slowly rose and advanced two steps. She quietly held out her hand to him, and, smiling, looked him in the face.