It has
been a knife to both our hearts; we have suffered together, you and I,
and let us get to the bottom of it together."
"We shall soon do that," said the Colonel, "for he is coming here
to-morrow again."
"All the better."
"With the lady."
"What lady?"
"The lady that calls herself Mrs. Walter Clifford."
"Indeed!" said Grace, quite taken aback. "They must be very bold."
"Oh, for that matter," said the Colonel, "I insisted upon it; the man
seemed to know nothing but from mere hearsay. He knew nothing about
William Hope, the witness, so I told him he must bring the woman; and, to
be just to the man, he seemed to think so too, and that she ought to do
her own business."
"She will not come," said Grace, rather contemptuously. "He was obliged
to say she would, just to put a face upon it. To-morrow he'll bring an
excuse instead of her. Then have your detectives about, for he is a
villain; and, dear sir, please receive him in the drawing-room; then I
will find some way to get a sight of him myself.
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