Kitty, too, rose, looking round for something, which she seemed to find
in the face of William Ashe, for her eyes clung there.

"My sister," she repeated, in the same low, strained voice. "My sister
Alice? I--I don't know. I have never seen her."

* * * * *

Ashe could not remember afterwards precisely how the incident closed.
There was a bustle of departing guests, and from the midst of it Lady
Kitty slipped away. But as he came down-stairs in smoking trim, ten
minutes later, he overheard the injured Dean wrestling with his wife, as
she lit a candle for him on the landing.

"My dear, what did you look at me like that for? What did the child
mean? And what on _earth_ is the matter?"




IV


After the ladies had gone to bed, on the night of Lady Kitty's
recitation, William Ashe stayed up till past midnight talking with old
Lord Grosville. When relieved of the presence of his women-kind, who
were apt either to oppress him, in the person of his wife, or to puzzle
him, in the persons of his daughters, Lord Grosville was not by any
means without value as a talker. He possessed that narrow but still most
serviceable fund of human experience which the English land-owner, while