That queer old shuffling butler became a figure of doom, his thin and piping voice uttered her condemnation.

For here without her knowledge was Henry Thresk and she was bidden to meet him with the Pettifers for witnesses.

But it was Henry Thresk who had saved her before.

She clung to that fact now.
"Mr.Thresk arrived a few minutes ago." Just before old Hazlewood had come forward out of the house to welcome her! No wonder he was in such high spirits! Very likely all that great show of kindliness and welcome was made only to keep her in the garden for a few necessary moments.
"Where is Mr.Thresk now ?" she asked.
"In his room, madam." "You are quite sure ?" "Quite." "Will you take this note to him, Hubbard ?" and she held it out to the butler.
"Certainly, madam." "Will you take it at once?
Give it into his hands, please." Hubbard took the note and went out of the room.

Never had he seemed to her so dilatory and slow.