I am fanciful, perhaps," she added
hastily, lest she should have said too much. "But there it is.
All day the notion has clung to me, and I have been asking myself
desperately what I should do in such a case."
"Time enough to consider it when it happens, Una. After all - "
"I know," her ladyship interrupted on that ever-ready note of
petulance of hers. "I know, of course. But I think I should be
easier in my mind if I could find an answer to my doubt. If I knew
what to do, to whom to appeal for assistance, for I am afraid that
I should be very helpless myself. There is Terence, of course. But
I am a little afraid of Terence. He has got Dick out of so many
scrapes, and he is so impatient of poor Dick. I am afraid he doesn't
understand him, and so I should be a little frightened of appealing
to Terence again."
"No," said Sylvia gravely, "I shouldn't go to Terence. Indeed he
is the last man to whom I should go."
"You say that too!" exclaimed her ladyship.
"Why?" quoth Sylvia sharply. "Who else has said it?"
There was a brief pause in which Lady O'Moy shuddered. She had
been so near to betraying herself. How very quick and shrewd
Sylvia was! She made, however, a good recovery.
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