CHAPTER VII

THE EARL OF WESSEMER There was scarcely a moment’s delay before the trim little maid threw open the door, and announced the visitor: “The Earl of Wessemer!” He was following her close behind, but stood still for a moment upon the threshold, whilst she passed him and set down a rose-shaded lamp upon a little stand. Miss Bettesford was leaning back in her chair with half-closed eyes. The two men had risen. He was wrapped from head to foot in a long fur coat, and he carried a sealskin cap in his hand. As he moved slow…