"I remember a good many things about Bordighera, but--not Mrs.Smith-Lessing.

I shall see you at dinner-time, Blenavon.

I have some messages for you." I saw the whip come down upon the woman's horse, but I did not dare to look into her face.

Blenavon, with a smothered oath and a black look at his sister, galloped after her.

I rejoined Lady Angela, who was already in the road.
"Dear me," she said, "what a magnificent nerve that woman must have! To dare to imagine that I should receive her! Why, she is known in every capital in Europe--a police spy, a creature whose brains and body and soul are to be bought by any one's gold." "What on earth can such a woman want here ?" I remarked.
"In hiding, very likely," Lady Angela remarked.