He was very white.

Did he guess what was coming, Hillyard wondered?
At all events he did not falter.

He took the business of putting questions altogether out of his host's hands.
"Was the somebody a man or a woman ?" "A woman, sir." "Did you recognise her voice ?" "Yes, sir." "Who was it ?" "Miss Whitworth." Harry Luttrell nodded his head as if he had, during these last minutes, come to expect that answer and no other.

But Sir Chichester rose up in wrath and, leaning forward over the table, shook his finger threateningly at the girl.
"Now you know you are not speaking the truth.

Miss Whitworth was at Harrel last night with the rest of us." "Yes, sir, but she came back to Rackham Park almost at once," said Jenny; and Harry Luttrell's face showed a sign of anxiety.