“How foolish of Clifford to make a fuss!” said Connie at length, angrily, really speaking to herself.

“Oh, you know what men are! They like working themselves up. But he’ll be all right as soon as he sees your ladyship.”

Connie was very angry that Mrs. Bolton knew her secret: for certainly she knew it.

Suddenly Constance stood still on the path.

“It’s monstrous that I should have to be followed!” she said, her eyes flashing.

“Oh! your Ladyship, don’t say that! He’d certainly have sent the two men, and they’d have come straight to the hut. I didn’t know where it was, really.”