"You have not lost me. Whatever you did we should be the same."
"You think that now. But we can never be the same. However, about Anthony. I daresay I can live without Anthony. What do you want me to do?"
"He must be told. Shall I tell him, Auntie Janie?"
"No, I will tell him myself. You had better keep out of it. I shall tell him as soon as he comes here. Where is he?"
"He went to let his uncle know he was called away. He will soon be back."
"Send him here when he comes in. And now, Kitty, go. I have business to do."
Lady Kitty went to the door slowly, and, as she turned the handle, looked back at the tall figure standing in the middle of the room. Something in the attitude smote her. She went back impulsively, and flung her arms round Lady Jane.
"If you love me at all as you loved me yesterday, be comforted," she cried. "I know it all came through your love for me, and my wretched deceit, and I shall always love you, always."
She could not say if there was an answering caress.
"Things will come right," she whispered, "and Anthony will forget his anger. We have all need of forgiveness."