There was a short pause. Then I took a deep steadying breath.
"Who is that beautiful thing?" I asked.
"That," said Lady Bulstrode with some pride, "is my governess."
"Your governess!" I repeated. "What does she teach you?"
Lady Bulstrode chuckled.
"Well, when I say my governess, I am speaking as a grandmother. She is supposed to be looking after Alan's children, though as a matter of fact she looks after me just as much. I don't know what I should do without Grace."
I glanced at her with some sympathy.
"And how did you find Grace?" I asked.
Lady Bulstrode shivered slightly.
"Don't, Guy," she said; "it reminds me of our local 'minister'—a dreadful person. Grace is the daughter of the only man I ever loved—poor Jack Conway."