CHAPTER XLIII
NEWS AT BARTRAM GATE
Milly and I, thanks to our early Bartram hours, were first down next morning; and so soon as Cousin Monica appeared we attacked her.
‘So Lady Mary is the fiancée of Mr. Carysbroke,’ said I, very cleverly; ‘and I think it was very wicked of you to try and involve me in a flirtation with him yesterday.’
‘And who told you that, pray?’ asked Lady Knollys, with a pleasant little laugh.
‘Milly and I discovered it, simple as we stand here,’ I answered.
‘But you did not flirt with Mr. Carysbroke, Maud, did you?’ she asked.
‘No, certainly not; but that was not your doing, wicked woman, but my discretion. And now that we know your secret, you must tell us all about her, and all about him; and in the first place, what is her name—Lady Mary what?’ I demanded.
