Didn't you say that she has had a London architect stopping there on that account?
What was he--old or young ?' 'He is a young man: he has been to our house.

Don't you remember you met him there ?' 'What was his name ?' 'Mr.Somerset.' 'O, that man! Yes, yes, I remember....

Hullo, Lottie!' 'What ?' 'Your face is as red as a peony.

Now I know a secret!' Charlotte vainly endeavoured to hide her confusion.

'Very well--not a word! I won't say more,' continued De Stancy good-humouredly, 'except that he seems to be a very nice fellow.' De Stancy had turned the dialogue on to this little well-preserved secret of his sister's with sufficient outward lightness; but it had been done in instinctive concealment of the disquieting start with which he had recognized that Somerset, Dare's enemy, whom he had intercepted in placing Dare's portrait into the hands of the chief constable, was a man beloved by his sister Charlotte.