She thought of this much in those days at Cheltenham, and wondered often whether Glencora lived with her husband in the full happiness of conjugal love.
One morning, about three days after Mr Grey's visit, there came to her two letters, as to neither of which did she know the writer by the handwriting.

Lady Macleod had told her,--with some hesitation, indeed, for Lady Macleod was afraid of her,--but had told her, nevertheless, more than once, that those noble relatives had heard of the treatment to which Mr Grey was being subjected, and had expressed their great sorrow,--if not dismay or almost anger.

Lady Macleod, indeed, had gone as far as she dared, and might have gone further without any sacrifice of truth.

Lady Midlothian had said that it would be disgraceful to the family, and Lady Glencora's aunt, the Marchioness of Auld Reekie, had demanded to be told what it was the girl wanted.
When the letters came Lady Macleod was not present, and I am disposed to think that one of them had been written by concerted arrangement with her.

But if so she had not dared to watch the immediate effect of her own projectile.