“With the greatest pleasure, Lady Lydiard.  I suppose I must say good-by to Miss Pink?”

“A word of advice to you, Mr. Troy.  Take care how you ruffle Miss Pink’s sense of her own importance.  Another word for your private ear.  Miss Pink is a fool.”

On the lawyer’s withdrawal, Lady Lydiard put her arm fondly round Isabel’s waist.  “What were you and Mr. Troy so busy in talking about?” she asked.

“We were talking, my Lady, about tracing the person who stole the money,” Isabel answered, rather sadly.  “It seems a far more difficult matter than I supposed it to be.  I try not to lose patience and hope—­but it is a little hard to feel that appearances are against me, and to wait day after day in vain for the discovery that is to set me right.”

“You are a dear good child,” said Lady Lydiard; “and you are more precious to me than ever.  Don’t despair, Isabel.  With Mr. Troy’s means of inquiring, and with my means of paying, the discovery of the thief cannot be much longer delayed.  If you don’t return to me soon, I shall come back and see you again.  Your aunt hates the sight of me—­but I don’t care two straws for that,” remarked Lady Lydiard, showing the undignified side of her character once more.  “Listen to me, Isabel!  I have no wish to lower your aunt in your estimation, but I feel far more confidence in your good sense than in hers.  Mr. Hardyman’s business has taken him to France for the present.  It is at least possible that you may meet with him on his return.  If you do, keep him at a distance, my dear—­politely, of course.  There! there! you needn’t turn red; I am not blaming you; I am only giving you a little good advice.  In your position you cannot possibly be too careful.  Here is Mr. Troy!  You must come to the gate with us, Isabel, or we shall never get Tommie away from you; I am only his second favorite; you have the first place in his affections.  God bless and prosper you, my child!—­I wish to heaven you were going back to London with me!  Well, Mr. Troy, how have you done with Miss Pink?  Have you offended that terrible ‘gentlewoman’ (hateful word!); or has it been all the other way, and has she given you a kiss at parting?”

Mr. Troy smiled mysteriously, and changed the subject.  His brief parting interview with the lady of the house was not of a nature to be rashly related.  Miss Pink had not only positively assured him that her visitor was the most ill-bred woman she had ever met with, but had further accused Lady Lydiard of shaking her confidence in the aristocracy of her native country.  “For the first time in my life,” said Miss Pink, “I feel that something is to be said for the Republican point of view; and I am not indisposed to admit that the constitution of the United States has its advantages!”

CHAPTER XII.

THE conference between Lady Lydiard and Mr. Troy, on the way back to London, led to some practical results.