"Contained in a friend's letter," she continued, focusing the "starers" full on my face.
I did not know what to do, so I bowed again.
"It must have been as painful for her to write as for me to read," Lady Mickleham went on. "And that is saying much. Be seated, pray."
I bowed, and sat down in one of the straight-back chairs. I also began, in my fright, to play with one of the pieces of embroidery.
"Is Lady Jane's work in your way?" (Lady Jane is named after Jane, the famous Countess, Lady-in-Waiting to Caroline of Anspach.)
I dropped the embroidery, and put my foot on my hat.
"I believe, Mr. Carter, that you are acquainted with Miss Dorothea Foster?"
"I have that pleasure," said I.
"Who is about to be married to my son, the Earl of Mickleham?"