"If you please," said a hard, cold voice.
And Richard Trevor started to find himself face to face with the object
of his remark, one which he had uttered aloud.
Trevor stood for a moment looking round; but they were quite alone, and
standing now in the lane where Mr Mervyn captured Fin Rea in the rugged
tree far up the rocky bank.
"You had better return to the house, Mrs Lloyd," said Trevor, coldly.
"I want to speak to you."
"You can speak now, if you please," said the woman, in a low, suppressed
voice. "I don't suppose you would like the servants to know."
Trevor was getting angry, and he took a step towards the woman, and held
up a finger.
"You have been watching me, Mrs Lloyd."
"Yes," she said, coolly--"I came on purpose."
"You sent that poor girl here, then, Mrs Lloyd, and you have been
playing the spy?"
"You can call it any hard names you like, Mr Richard," said the woman,
defiantly.
She rolled her white apron round her arms, tightened her lips until they
formed a thin livid line, and looked at him without flinching.