"Oh, the old scandal's been toned down to almost nothing. She was being seen about with Grayle too much, and Raney put his foot down and said it was to stop." He grinned maliciously. "Lady Pentyre told me at lunch to-day that it was perfectly abominable the way people went about inventing lies—and about a sweet girl like that! It came so well from Lady Pentyre."
He smoked in silence until O'Rane came in for the five minutes that he always spared me on his way to bed. George repeated what he had told me and asked if there was anything that he could do.
O'Rane listened without any change of expression and then said that he would write to Lady Dainton.
"There's nothing more you'd like me to do?" George asked again.
There was a moment's hesitation in which O'Rane's unsmiling face became graver.
"Well, I can't do it for myself," he said and paused again. "I—I wonder if it would be possible for you to get a word with Sonia—find out what time she starts in the morning and then intercept her——"
"Well?" George encouraged him.
"I wouldn't bother you, if I could see," O'Rane resumed apologetically. "Tell her that if she wants anything——"
I felt that it was time to interfere.