No circumstance, not even Sir Peter's innocent admiration, was too trivial to furnish a link in the chain of evidence against her.

Not that a breath of slander touched Sir Peter.

He, poor old soul, was simply regarded as the victim of diabolical fascinations.
After the discomfiture of Stanistreet, Mrs.Nevill Tyson's movements were watched with redoubled interest.

Her appearances were now strictly limited to those large confused occasions which might be considered open events--Drayton races, church, the hunt ball, and so on.

Only the casual stranger, languishing in magnificent boredom by Miss Batchelor's side, followed Mrs.Nevill Tyson with a kindly eye.
"Who is that pretty little woman in the pink gown ?" he would ask in his innocence.
"Oh, that is Mrs.Nevill Tyson.