'
Lady Montbarry bent her head in silence. Her hand trembled as she
took out her handkerchief, and passed it over her forehead.
Agnes detected the trembling, and shrank back a step. 'Is the subject
painful to you?' she asked timidly.
Still silent, Lady Montbarry invited her by a wave of the hand to go on.
Henry approached, attentively watching his sister-in-law. Agnes
went on.
'No trace of Ferrari has been discovered in England,' she said.
'Have you any news of him? And will you tell me (if you have heard
anything), in mercy to his wife?'
Lady Montbarry's thin lips suddenly relaxed into their sad
and cruel smile.
'Why do you ask me about the lost courier?' she said.
'You will know what has become of him, Miss Lockwood, when the time
is ripe for it.'
Agnes started. 'I don't understand you,' she said. 'How shall I know?
Will some one tell me?'
'Some one will tell you.'
Henry could keep silence no longer. 'Perhaps, your ladyship
may be the person?' he interrupted with ironical politeness.
She answered him with contemptuous ease. 'You may be right,
Mr. Westwick.
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