Lady Carey went downstairs and discovered Mr.Brott, who had scarcely moved.
"Have you seen anything of her ?" she asked.
He shook his head gloomily.
"No! It is too late for her to come now, isn't it ?" "Take me somewhere where we can talk," she said abruptly.

"One of those seats in the recess will do." He obeyed her, and they found a retired corner.

Lady Carey wasted no time in fencing.
"I am Lucille's greatest friend, Mr.Brott, and her confidante," she said.
He nodded.
"So I have understood." "She tells me everything." He glanced towards her a little uneasily.
"That is comprehensive!" he remarked.
"It is true," she answered.

"Lucille has told me a great deal about your friendship! Come, there is no use in our mincing words.

Lucille has been badly treated years ago, and she has a perfect right to seek any consolation she may find.