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Troy turned aside abruptly, and examined a Japanese vase, without any idea in his mind of what he was looking at. Lady Lydiard had gravely misjudged him in believing him to be a heartless man. Isabel followed the lawyer, and touched him gently on the arm to rouse his attention. "I have one relation living, sir an aunt who will receive me if I go to her," she said simply.
Troy's suspicions took a different direction: they pointed along the line of streets which led to Old Sharon's lodgings. Discreetly silent as to the turn which his thoughts had taken, he merely expressed himself as feeling too much surprised to offer any opinion at all. "Wait a little," said Lady Lydiard, "I haven't done surprising you yet. You have been a boy here in a page's livery, I think?
'There's a Miss Denham, niece of a doctor, a Dr.... Shot Shrapnel! a wonderfully good-looking, clever-looking girl, comes across him in half-a-dozen streets to ask how he's getting on, and goes every night to his meetings, with a man who 's a writer and has a mad wife; a man named Lydia-no, that's a woman Lydiard.
'Lydiard tells me he has a very sound idea of the value of money, and has actually made money by cattle breeding; but he has flung ten thousand pounds on a single building outside the town, and he'll have to endow it to support it a Club to educate Radicals. The fact is, he wants to jam the business of two or three centuries into a life-time.
How is Lady Lydiard? And have you discovered the thief?" "Lady Lydiard was well when I last saw her; and we have not yet succeeded in discovering the thief." Having answered the questions in those terms, Mr. Troy decided on cautioning Isabel on the subject of the steward while he had the chance. "One question on my side," he said, holding her back from the door by the arm.
She consulted the glass once more gave one or two corrective touches to her hair and her cap and hastened into the boudoir. FOR a quarter of an hour the drawing-room remained empty. At the end of that time the council in the boudoir broke up. Lady Lydiard led the way back into the drawing-room, followed by Hardyman, Isabel being left to look after the dog.
Lydiard of the pen had taken a long start of Nevil in the heart of Miss Denham: and struggling to be candid, to ensure some meditative satisfaction, Rosamund admitted to herself that the girl did not appear to be one of the wanton giddy-pated pusses who play two gentlemen or more on their line.
"The Reverend Samuel Bradstock." "You want me to name the person whom I suspect?" "Yes, if you please," said Mr. Troy. "I suspect the Reverend Samuel Bradstock," said Felix. "If you have come here to make stupid jokes," interposed Lady Lydiard, "you had better go back to your bed again. We want a serious opinion." "You have a serious opinion," Felix coolly rejoined.
"I think I shall manage better with Moody, if your Ladyship will permit me to see him in private," the lawyer said. "Shall I go downstairs and speak with him in his own room?" "Why should you trouble yourself to do that?" said her Ladyship. "See him here; and I will go into the boudoir." As she made that reply, the footman appeared at the drawing-room door. "Send Moody here," said Lady Lydiard.
Acting on this conviction, the authorities sent an experienced woman from the office to Lady Lydiard's house, to examine the poor girl's clothes and ornaments before they were packed up and sent after her to her aunt's. The search led to nothing. The only objects of any value that were discovered had been presents from Lady Lydiard.
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