"The blame is not his.

What is he but my lord's tool ?" And her eyes scorched Rotherby with such a glance of scorn as must have killed any but a shameless man.

Then turning to the demurely observant gentleman who had done her such good service, "Mr.
Caryll" she said, "I want to thank you.

I want my lord, here, to thank you." Mr.Caryll bowed to her.

"I beg that you will not think of it," said he.
"It is I who will remain in your debt." "Is your name Caryll, sir ?" quoth the earl.