“You have told her——!”
Lady Ingleton stopped short. She looked unusually discomposed, even nervous and agitated.
“I said you might,” she murmured.
“It was essential.”
“If Cynthia knew!” said Lady Ingleton.
“I mentioned no name.”
“She must have guessed. It’s odd, when I told you I didn’t feel treacherous—not really! But now I feel a brute. I’ve never done anything like this before. It’s against all my code. I’ve come here, done all this, and now I dread meeting Mrs. Leith. I wish you could be there when she comes.”
She sent him a soft glance out of her Italian eyes.
“You make me feel so safe,” she added.
“You and she must be alone. Remember this! Mrs. Leith must go out to Constantinople.”