a chap to whom he promised the distinction while they were still in their teens."
"The cur! That's his game, is it? Why, that's the foulest trick known to—"
"But she isn't going, my friend,—so possess yourself in peace. That's why he is turning off so nasty. He is making things most unpleasant for her."
He wondered how far Jane had gone in her confidences. Had she told the Marchioness everything?
"Why doesn't she leave the place?" he demanded, as a feeler.
Lady Jane had told the Marchioness everything, and a great deal more besides, including, it may be said, something touching upon her own feelings toward Lord Temple. But the Marchioness was under imperative orders. Not for the world, was Thomas Trotter to know that Miss Emsdale, among others, was a perfect fool about him.
"She must have her bread and butter, you know," said she severely.
"But she can get that elsewhere, can't she?"
"Certainly. She can get it by marrying some decent, respectable fellow and all that sort of thing, but she can't get another place in New York as governess if the Smith-Parvis establishment turns her out with a bad name."
He swallowed hard, and went a little pale. "Of course, she isn't thinking of—of getting married."
"Yes, she is," said the Marchioness flatly.
"Has—has she told you that in so many words. Marchioness?" he asked, his heart going to his boots.
"Is it fair to ask that question, Lord Temple?"
