Meadows. And that's the only place he ever did meet him. Mr.
Meadows came every day, and Sir Henry formed the habit of
dropping in. We got to be a very friendly party."

The motionless old woman, a figure in plaster until now, kneaded
her fingers as under some moving pressure. "At this time," she
said, "you were engaged to Tony and expected to be his wife!"

The girl's voice did not change. It was slow and even. "Yes,"
she said.

"Tony, of course, knew nothing about this?"

"He knows nothing whatever about it unless you have written him."

Again the old woman moved slightly. "I have waited," she said,
"for the benefit of your explanation. It seems as - as bad as I
feared."

"Lady Mary," said the girl in her slow voice, "it's worse than
you feared. I don't undertake to smooth it over. Everything
that you have heard is quite true. I did go out with the man in
his motor, in the evening. Sometimes it was quite dark before we
returned. Mr. Meadows preferred to drive at night because he was
not accustomed to the English rule of taking the left on the
road, when one always takes the right in America. He was afraid
he couldn't remember the rule, so it was safer at night and there
was less traffic.

"I shall not try to make the thing appear better than it was. We