CHAPTER X

LORD LUMLEY AND MARGHARITA "Geoffrey, come here for a moment!" The Earl of St. Maurice, who was a most obedient husband, folded up his paper and joined his wife at the window. "Well, dear." "Look there." He followed her finger. It pointed to three figures; a man in shooting clothes, with a gun under his arm, a girl, and a child between them, strolling along the cliffs outside the grounds. He glanced at them carelessly, and back into his wife's face as though for an explanation. "Well?" "This is the third morning…