'You have seen him!' she exclaimed, rising.
'Of course I have!' he answered. 'And you will see him too, one of these days.'
My lady looked at me, frowning. But I shook my head. He was not drunk.
'Where?' she asked, after a pause. 'Where did you see him, Rupert?'
'In the street--where you see other men,' he answered, chuckling again. 'He should not be there, but who is to keep him out? He is too clever. He will get his way in the end, see if he does not!'
'Rupert!' my lady cried in wrathful amazement, 'to hear you, one would suppose you admired him.'
'So I do,' he replied coolly. 'Why not? He has all the wits of the family. He is as cunning as the devil. Take a hint, cousin; put yourself on the right side. He will win in the end!' And the Waldgrave rose restlessly from his chair, and, going to the window, began to whistle.
My lady came swiftly to me, and it grieved me to see the pain and woe in her face.
'Is he mad?' she muttered.
I shook my head.