He did not start now, but he bit his lip. I stood aside to let him pass, and shut the door after him. Then I followed him into the dining-room. Jenny was standing near the fire beside Powers, who kept shifting his head about on the footstool with stiff awkward movements. Fillingford came to the middle of the room and bowed slightly to Jenny; then his eyes fell on Powers and, in sudden surprise, he pointed his finger at him. "My servant--and your spy," she said. "He has had a narrow escape of his life." "So it's true," he said--not in question, but to himself, in a very low voice. "True to-night--and true often before!" She made no attempt at denial. "Yes, I have often been here. I'll answer any question you like to put--and answer it truthfully. "What I know is enough. I impute no more than I know." "I thank you for that at least. It's only justice, but justice must be hard to give--from you to me." "But what I know is--enough." "You've a perfect right to say so." Both were speaking calmly and quietly. There was no trace of passion in their voices. Neither took any heed of me, but I stayed--since she had not bidden me go. He took a letter from his pocket. I recognized the large square envelope as of the shape which Jenny used. "The letter you were so good as to send me this afternoon," he said, holding it up in his hand. "Yes." "I read it with very great pleasure." He tore it into four pieces and flung them on the table before him. They lay there between him and Jenny. He looked at her with a smile. "You're not like Eleanor Lacey for nothing," he said. She smiled, too, and raised a hand to restrain me, for at his bitter taunt I had made a step forward, meaning to interpose. "Probably not!" she answered. Then she turned to me. "You'll look after Powers for me, won't you, Austin? It's only a matter of money with him, as we all know--and Mr. Cartmell has plenty." "I'll do all I can to prevent your being troubled at all." "I shan't be troubled--but I shall be grateful to you. Lord Fillingford, in return for your compliment, may I beg a favor of you?" She had given a quick glance at the clock. "Anything that it's in my power to grant," he answered with a little bow. "It's nothing great--only the loan of your carriage. I came here on foot--and I'm tired." "It's quite at your disposal." "It's not inconvenient? You're not hurried?" "I can walk, Miss Driver." "Please don't do that. I'll send it back for you as quickly as possible." "As you please," he said courteously. "Good-night, Austin," she said to me, holding out her hand. "Don't come with me. I'd rather find my own way to the carriage, if you and Lord Fillingford will let me."