Almost immediately she was put through, and heard Craven’s voice at the other end, the voice which had recited those lines from Browning’s “Waring” by the fire, saying:
“Yes? Who is it?”
“Lady Sellingworth,” she replied.
The sound of the voice changed at once, became eager as it said:
“Oh—Lady Sellingworth! I have only just come in. I know what it is.”
“But how can you?”
“I do. You want me to dress for dinner. And we are to go in a cab and be very respectable instead of Bohemian. Isn’t that it?”
She hesitated. Then she said:
“No; it isn’t that.”
“Do tell me then!”