“I will see,” answered Mme. Estelle.
“Are you acquainted with the fact,” he asked suddenly, “that in a week's time Melun will have arranged to marry the Lady Kathleen?”
Madame went pale to the lips.
“It's a lie!” she almost screamed. “It's a lie! It's impossible! He has promised himself to me!”
Westerham nodded thoughtfully. It was precisely as he had thought.
“What I tell you,” he said, “I believe to be absolutely true.”
Watching her closely, Westerham saw that Mme. Estelle was greatly agitated.
“To-night,” she murmured, more to herself than to him, “to-night it could be proved, if only I had a witness here whom I could trust.”
“Surely,” suggested Westerham, “though we are on opposite sides in this struggle, you can take my word on a matter of this sort.”