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Was he even now insisting upon an explanation with Lord Cheisford? The minutes passed, and I began to get restless and anxious. Then the door opened, and Lord Chelsford entered alone. He came over at once to my side. He was looking perplexed and a little annoyed. "Ducaine," he said, "Lady Angela Harberly is here." I started, and I suppose my face betrayed me. "Lady Angela here?"
Our eyes met, and she smiled. "Forgive me," she said, "but did I not see you one day last week upon the sands at Braster with Lady Angela Harberly?" "I believe so," I answered. "You were riding, I think, with her brother." "How fortunate that I should find myself travelling with a neighbour!" she murmured. "I rather dreaded this night journey.
Was it my fancy, or was there a certain measure of rebuke in her cool surprise, a faint indication of her desire that I should remember that she was the Lady Angela Harberly, and I her father's secretary? I bit my lip. She should not catch me offending again, I determined. "You must forgive me," I said stiffly, "but your warning seemed a little singular.
Now tell me the only persons who, to your knowledge, have entered the 'Brand' since you have been engaged in this work." I answered him at once. "Colonel Ray, Lady Angela Harberly, Lord Blenavon, the Prince of Malors, and a young lady called Blanche Moyat, the daughter of a farmer in Braster at whose house I used sometimes to visit." Lord Chelsford referred to some notes in his hand.
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