He felt that he had been looking on at an almost incomprehensible thing.
"Yes," was his reply.

"I believe that you have." About an hour later Lord Walderhurst made his way downstairs to the room in which Lady Maria Bayne sat.

She still looked a hundred years old, but her maid had redressed her toupee, and given her a handkerchief neither damp nor tinted with rubbed-off rouge.

She looked at her relative a shade more leniently, but still addressed him with something of the manner of a person undeservedly chained to a malefactor.

Her irritation was not modified by the circumstance that it was extremely difficult to be definite in the expression of her condemnation of things which had made her hideously uncomfortable.