But nimble Mr.Trenchard was easily master of the situation.
"Which, of course," he answered, with fine sarcasm, "is the reason why I have been at work for the past four-and-twenty hours to lay proofs of this plot before Your Grace." Albemarle was ashamed of his momentary hesitation.
"For the rest," said Trenchard, "it is perfectly true that I am Mr.Wilding's friend.

But the lady is even more intimately connected with him.

It happens that she is his wife." "His...

his wife!" gasped the Duke, whilst Phelips chuckled, and Colonel Luttrell's face grew dark.
Trenchard's wicked smile flickered upon his mobile features.

"There are rumours current of court paid her by Sir Rowland, there.