"Ah!" said Lady Kitty again, and her eyes were thoughtful, "and poor little Pam was miserable. I don't believe they ever had that letter, Anthony."
"If she was miserable for me"—and the lover's face lightened—"she loves me still, and she must give up the other man for me. If she loves me, he has no right to her. I am going to find out, Kitty."
"Where are you going now, Anthony?"
"There are twenty things to be done. I have to see Uncle Wilton and tell him I am going. Knowles understands what to do for him, and to call Dr. Berners if he were ill."
He took up her hand and kissed it.
"You've been a good little girl to me, Kitty," he said. "Afterwards I am going to fight for my love."
As the door closed behind him Lady Kitty went thoughtfully upstairs and knocked at Lady Jane's boudoir door.
"May I come in, Auntie Jane?" she said; "are you very busy?"
Lady Jane looked up from her books with an air of expectation, as if there might be something pleasant to hear; but her expression changed immediately.