But even Father Robertson did not know this.
Presently the door opened and the Father came in.
Instantly Rosamund noticed that he looked slightly ill at ease, almost, indeed, embarrassed. He shook hands with her in his gentle way and made a few ordinary remarks about little matters in which they were mutually interested. Then he asked her to sit down, sat down near her and was silent.
“What is it?” she said, at last.
He looked at her, and there was something almost piercing in his eyes which she had never noticed in them before.
“Last night,” he said, “when I came home I found here a note from a stranger, asking me to visit her at the Adelphi Hotel where she was staying. She wrote that she had come to Liverpool on purpose to see me. I went to the hotel and had an interview with her. This interview concerned you.”
“Concerned me?” said Rosamund.
Her voice did not sound as if she were actively surprised. There was a lack of tone in it. It sounded, indeed, almost dry.
“Yes. Did you ever hear of Lady Ingleton?”
After an instant of consideration Rosamund said: