CHAPTER TWELVE“He is coming!”
The old lady in the window held up a letter in triumph towards her elderly husband standing by the mantelshelf.
“Is he, by gad!” Lord Clanwarren exclaimed. “You must have used your wiles on him, My dear. Or did you tell him the truth?”
Lady Clanwarren chuckled.
“I told him that I had something of import to communicate, which I believed would be of interest to him.”
Lord Clanwarren said nothing for a moment and then in an unexpectedly gruff voice he remarked,
“And supposing he is not interested?”
His wife clasped her hands together.
“As if I had not thought of that,” she said in a worried tone. “Just suppose that the poor sweet child has been all through this for nothing. I cannot bear to think of such a thing.”
“We may have to face it,” Lord Clanwarre
