CHAPTER XXXVI.

Lady Marlow arrived by the evening train, and the instant she had reached her own boudoir sent for Audrey and Sylvia. “Now, my dears,” she said, looking up from the chair on which she had seated herself, without waiting to take her outdoor things off, “I’ll trouble you to tell me what all this means. The viscount has been endeavoring to do so all the way from the station, but has got so mixed up that I can make nothing of it. Sylvia, I think you had better tell me,” and she held out her hand to her. “Is it true tha…