Then she remembered that Mr. Lawson sitting behind her.
She turned round, but, when she would have defied him, she found herself weak, helpless and desperately afraid.
“What – am I to – do?”
The words were hardly above a whisper, but he heard them.
He shook his head with a compassionate expression in his rather hard eyes that had not been there before.
“I wish I could help you, Miss Overton,” he said. “But in fact the only thing you can do is to wait until his Lordship tells me of his intentions as regards this particular property.”
“Do you think – he will come – here?”
She thought that Mr. Lawson metaphorically shrugged his shoulders.
“I honestly don’t know. Sometimes, when his Lordship has gained something spectacular or of particular interest to him, like the stable of Arab hors
