" "There you are, just as I said. " "Ah!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, glancing significantly at Charcam, who was a confidant in his Jacobite schemes; "is it the messenger from Orchard-Windham, from Sir William?" "No, Sir Rowland. " "Surely, you haven't stolen it?" "Stolen's an awkward word. Following his guide, Sir Rowland found himself in a large and lofty apartment, the extent of which he could not entirely discern until lights were set upon the table. There was no keeping Sheila from the truth, and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof knew it. “I thought I was just up against Morningside Park and father, but it’s the whole order of things—the whole blessed order of things. Then instinct took over. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much. ‘Something wrong, madame?’ Her fan came up swiftly, hiding the lower part of her face. ‘But you do not understand, mon ami.
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