“Thank you.”
She had a strange dignity as well as grace, he thought. There must be some breeding somewhere.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Elvina,” she replied.
“That is your Christian name. Have you another?”
“It is of no consequence,” she answered.
Lord Wye raised his eyebrows, but, as he made no comment, she continued almost as if she was repeating a well-learned lesson.
“My parents are dead. My sister is married to an Englishman and so I wish to reach England to be with her.”
“An Englishman?” Lord Wye questioned. “What is his name?”
There was a little hesitation and then Elvina replied,
“ – Thompson. Captain Thompson.”
“He is in the Army then?”
“Yes.”
“And he fought in Portugal? If he has gone home, I presume he was wounded?”
“Yes.”
“And your sister returned with him?”
