A glance at the thing of wrinkles receiving orders to buckle at his horses and pursue convinced them of the hopelessness; and Morsfield was pricked to intensest hatred of the woman by hearing the dire exclamation, 'One night, and her character's gone!' 'Be quiet, ma'am, if you please, or nothing can be done,' he cried.
'I tell you, Mr.Morsfield--don't you see ?--he has thrown them together.

It is Lord Ormont's wicked conspiracy to rid himself of her.

A secretary! He'll beat any one alive in plots.

She can't show her face in London after this, if you don't overtake her.

And she might have seen Lord Ormont's plot to ruin her.