Of course, her ladyship, too, she might know.
Mr.Flexen made up his mind to seek out Hutchings at once and question him on the matter; but Mrs.Carruthers had only just left him when he saw Olivia come into the rose-garden with Colonel Grey.

He watched them idly and perceived that, for the time being at any rate, Olivia had lost her strained and anxious air.

She was plainly enough absorbed, wholly absorbed, in Grey.

She had eyes only for him, and Mr.Flexen suspected that her ears were at the moment deaf to everything but the sound of his voice.

They did look a well-matched pair.
It occurred to him that he might as well again question Olivia about her husband's possible intrigue with another woman and be done with it.