"What carriage did you have?"
"Her Grace's brougham, your Grace."
Knowles interposed:
"The brougham was ordered because I understood that the Duchess was not feeling very well, and there's rather a high wind, your Grace."
The Duke snapped at him:
"What has that to do with it? Are you suggesting that the Duchess was more likely to jump out of a brougham while it was dashing through the streets than out of any other kind of vehicle?"
The Duke's glance fell on the letter which Knowles had brought him when he first had entered. He had placed it on his writing-table. Now he took it up. It was addressed:
"To His Grace
"The Duke of Datchet.
"Private!