she went on: "And, like a fool, I went and talked about it—to some one else."
Mr. Manley glared at her in a momentary speechlessness; then found his voice and cried: "But, gracious heavens! You don't suspect her ladyship of having murdered Lord Loudwater?"
"No, I don't. But there'll be plenty as will," said Elizabeth Twitcher with conviction.
"It's absurd!" cried Mr. Manley.
Elizabeth Twitcher shook her head.
"You must allow as she had reason enough—for a lady, that is. He was always swearing at her and abusing her, and it isn't at all the kind of thing a lady can stand. And this divorce coming on the top of it all," she said in a dispassionate tone.
"You mustn't talk like this! There's no saying what trouble you may make!" cried Mr. Manley in a tone of stern severity.
"I'm not going to talk like that—only to you, sir. You're a gentleman, and it's safe. What I'm afraid of is that I've talked too much already—last night that is," she said despondently.
"Well, don't make it worse by talking any more. And let me know when your mistress is dressed, and I'll come up and break the news of this shocking affair to her."
"Very good, sir," said Elizabeth, and with a gloomy face and depressed air she went back into the Castle.
