"Near Millway, on the south coast; Sussex, I think."
"I don't know where Millway is. I have never been there; I have not come from the south. I have been in the Midlands since I had the pleasure of seeing you yesterday."
"The Midlands? The Midlands?" said the old woman, leaning forward and looking at him keenly.
Edith's face changed almost imperceptibly. She showed a faint trace of interest.
"Yes; I have just come back from Derbyshire. You are interested in Derbyshire, aren't you?"
"Go on," said the old woman eagerly. She was now trembling, and caught the arms of her easy chair to steady her hands.
"In Derbyshire I had occasion to visit Castleton, and there I met a Mr. Coutch, who said he had been in communication with you respecting your family--the Graces of Gracedieu, in the neighbourhood of Castleton."
"Yes, yes," said the old woman impatiently. "That is quite right. I had a letter from Mr. Coutch this morning, saying the Graces had left the place long ago, and owned no property in the place. Have you any other--any better news?"
"Not respecting the Graces and Gracedieu, as far as your questions go."
"Oh," said the old woman, and with a sigh she sank back in the chair, her interest gone. "The Graces are a Derbyshire family, and as my grand-daughter has just lost all her little fortune, I was anxious to know if there were any traces of her people in Derbyshire still."