CHAPTER VI
PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT
I
The Duke, in his morning-room, was reading a letter which had just come to him by post. As he folded it neatly and returned it to an envelope which bore the stamp of the south-eastern postal district, the light of humor played over an expressive face. And when, after much reflection, he took the letter again from its envelope and solemnly re-read it, the look deepened to the verge of the saturnine.
Still pondering what he plainly considered to be a priceless document, a succession of odd grimaces caused him to purse his lips and to frown perplexedly. At last he dropped his glasses and broke into a guffaw.
Lying back in his invalid's chair, still in the throes of an infrequent laughter, he was presently brought back to the plane of gravity by the unexpected arrival of Lady Wargrave upon the scene.
She entered the room with a gladiatorial air.
The face of his Grace underwent a sudden change at the sight of this unwelcome visitor.
Charlotte seated herself ponderously. And then having allowed a moment's pause for dramatic effect, she
