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Chapter VII.—The Passing Years-3
“We'll catch her on the hop, eh, Elias?” he said, “and she'll be so astounded at what we've learnt, that maybe, she won't be able to make up anything plausible upon the spur of the moment.” Chime answered the door to their ring, just as Larose, from a secluded seat in the rose garden, caught sight of them. “We want to see Lady Mentone,” said Stone pleasantly. “Is she at home?” “Yes, sir,” replied Chime, whose knees were shaking under him. “She is, but the other young ladies are out. I'll go and fetch her at once.” He showed them into a little room off the lounge hall and went off to inform her ladyship. He found her alone, in the music room, reclining luxuriously upon a big settee and reading a magazine. She went as white as chalk when he delivered his message, but just managed to say,
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