It was somewhat a relief to both men to find someone else's intentions called in question. "Lady Bosham says," proceeded their visitor, "and indeed one has heard something of the kind vaguely oneself, that Lady Ormstork is notorious for getting hold of good-looking girls, often of very doubtful origin, and finding husbands for them--for a consideration." Both men expressed a surprise which they could scarcely be said to feel. "According to Lady Bosham, she is a determined and most unscrupulous woman," continued Lady Agatha, apparently quoting from the report. "Once she gets people into her toils they find it no easy matter to extricate themselves." It occurred to her hearers that there were other titled spreaders of nets besides the histrionic Lady Ormstork, but they did not say so. "Of course," said Lady Agatha, with apologetic plausibility, "it is perhaps a great liberty which I take in venturing to warn you. But being such close neighbours and friends, and knowing you to be, comparatively speaking, strangers to this country and some of its less desirable features, we thought it only right to do so." "Much obliged to you, I'm sure," responded Gage. "Quite so," added Peckover. "Of course," Lady Agatha pursued tentatively, "I am unaware how far this Lady Ormstork," she spoke the name with withering emphasis, "may have forced her intimacy upon you. Still, it is better to be forewarned, even if yours is as yet nothing beyond a formal acquaintance." "Just so," Gage agreed with balking irresponsiveness. "Lady Bosham is very strong on the undesirability of these people's acquaintance," said Lady Agatha rising. "She, that is, Lady Ormstork, is a terrible old woman when once she gets her tentacles fixed on the victim she has marked down. But there, I trust I have said enough to sensible men like yourselves to put you on your guard." "Quite," replied Gage, wondering where, in it all, the Duke of Salolja came in. Lady Agatha took her leave, having made them promise to come early to the Moat that afternoon. The promise was faithfully kept, since it seemed expedient to both men to avoid their friends from The Cracknels, at any rate till they saw how their Castilian rival was going to be disposed of. "They are bound to come up this afternoon as usual," Gage observed to his friend. "With that Spanish terror after them, shouldn't wonder," said Peckover. "We're best out of the way." "Ethel and Dagmar will be poor fun after Ulrica," Gage remarked gloomily.