Maimie dropped her book and turned absolutely white. Then she stood up and came slowly towards Félicia, who cowered before her.
“Félicia Steinherz, I could kill you where you stand!”
“How you look, Maimie! What do you mean?” asked Félicia feebly.
“Why have you done it, any way?” demanded Maimie.
“Why, I like Usk well enough, and I must have a man to trail me around.”
“Do you know who’s coming here next week?” fiercely.
“Oh, just some brother of Lord Caerleon’s and his wife.”
“Why, certainly. Do you know how many brothers he has?”
“Well, I guess there must be two, any way—this Lord Cyril and the Count Mortimer that Mr Hicks talks about all the time.”
“I do admire to see a girl real smart! You’ve listened pretty well, haven’t you?”