"I overheard him telling the captain that Lady Huntingford--your mother--plays a miserable game of crib." She started and turned sharply upon him.
"My mother, Mr.Ridge ?" she said slowly.
"Yes; your father was guying Captain Shadburn about his game, you know." The look of wonder in her eyes increased; she passed her hand across her brow and then through her hair in evident perplexity, all the while staring at his face.

There was a tinge of suspicion in her voice when she spoke.
"Mr.Ridge, don't you know ?" "Know what ?" "You surely know that I am not Lord Huntingford's--" "You don't mean to say that you are not his daughter," gasped Hugh, dubious as to her meaning.
"I am Lady Huntingford." "His wife ?" "His wife." Hugh, too dumbfounded to speak, could do no more than doff his cap as she took the arm of the gray lord and softly said to him: "Good-night, Mr.Ridge.".