“I am this lady's brother, my lord,” he answered, and his voice was fairly steady.
“Tiens!” said Feversham, and, smiling, he turned to Wentworth.
“Quite a family party, sir,” said the captain, smiling back.
“Oh! mais tout—fait,” said the General, laughing outright, and then Wilding created a diversion by leading Ruth to a chair that stood at the far end of the table, and drawing it forward for her. “Ah, yes,” said Feversham airily, “let Madame sit.”
“You are very good, sir,” said Ruth, her voice brave and calm.
“But somewhat lacking in spontaneity,” Wilding criticized, which set Wentworth staring and the Frenchman scowling.
“Shall I call the guard, my lord?” asked Wentworth crisply.
“I t'ink yes,” said Feversham, and the captain gained the door, and spoke a word to one of the soldiers without.
“But, my lord,” exclaimed Blake in a tone of protest, “I vow you are too ready to take this fellow's word.”
“He 'as spoke so few,” said Feversham.