g a faint crackling sound as of writing-paper, while he noted that the lady was resuming her perusal of the morning's letters.
Just then the breakfast-room door opened and a pretty little dark-eyed parlourmaid entered the room.
"Mr Trimmer is in the libery, my lady."
"Show him in here, Jane," said Lady Lisle, without raising her eyes, "and tell Mark to have the pony-carriage round in half an hour."
"Yes, my lady."
The girl turned to go, her eyes meeting those of the "dear boy," who favoured her with a meaning wink, receiving by way of reply a telegraphic wrinkling up of the skin about a saucy little retrousse nose.
"Little minx," said the "dear boy" to himself.
A MOST TRUSTWORTHY PERSON.
"Ah, good-morning, Mr Tri