'Has your ladyship some complaint to make ?' he continued civilly, his eye taking in the scene--even to the elder woman, who through her tears kept muttering, 'Deary, we ought not to have come here! I told him we ought not to come here!' And then, before her ladyship could reply, 'Is this the party--that have Sir George Soane's rooms ?' he continued, turning to the nearest servant.
Lady Dunborough answered for the man.

'Ay!' she said, pitiless in her triumph.

'They are! And know no more of Soane than the hair of my head! They are a party of fly-by-nights; and for this fine madam, she is a kitchen dish-washer at Oxford! And the commonest, lowest slut that--' 'Your ladyship has said enough,' the landlord interposed, moved by pity or the girl's beauty.

'I know already that there has been some mistake here, and that these persons have no right to the rooms they occupy.

Sir George Soane has alighted within the last few minutes--' 'And knows nothing of them!' my lady cried, clapping her hands in triumph.
'That is so,' the landlord answered ominously.