I said yes. Little did I care where I waited at that instant. The servant conducted me upstairs to a pretty room, which must have been arranged for a lady's comfort. It was furnished in white. The walls were white, so was the furniture. The only bit of colour anywhere was a very soft, very bright crimson carpet, into which one's feet sank. The effect of the crimson carpet on the white room was extremely effective. There were no pictures round the walls, but there were a great many mirrors, so that as I entered I caught the reflection of myself from many points of view. I sat down on a low chair and was glad to find that I could no longer look at my small, tired face. The minutes passed; a little clock over the mantelpiece told me the time. Five minutes went by, ten, fifteen, then there was a sound downstairs, men's voices talking together, men laughing and chatting volubly, some ladies joining in their talk. Then there was a sudden kind of hush. All the visitors entered a room a considerable way off, and a minute later there was a hurried ascending of the stairs, the door was opened with a sort of impetuosity, and Lord Hawtrey, looking slightly flushed, surprised, and not altogether pleased, entered the room. "My dear Miss Dalrymple," he began, "I am amazed to see you here and--and charmed, of course--but is there anything wrong, is there anything I can do for you? What is it, my dear little girl?" Lord Hawtrey dropped his society manners on the spot. With his quick, kind eyes he read the distress on my face. "I want you to help me," I said, "I want to speak to you all alone--but you have brought visitors in. May I stay here until they go?" "Oh, no, that won't do at all. Of course, I should be delighted to talk to you now; let me think. My sister, Lady Mary Percy, is downstairs--I will see her. She will come and talk with you." "But it is you I want to see, Lord Hawtrey." "Leave the matter in my hands, dear child, I'll attend to everything. By the way, where is your stepmother and where is your father to-day?" "They have gone in the motor-car into the country." "I will see my sister; she will be with you in a minute or two." Lord Hawtrey left the room. I felt puzzled and distressed. I wondered if I had done wrong. A very few moments passed and then the same servant who had admitted me appeared, bearing a charming little tray which held afternoon tea for two. "Lady Mary Percy will be here in a moment, miss," he said, "she desires you not to wait for her."