Miss Lambart walked back to the entrance of the cave.
"She has escaped," she said in a tone of resignation.
"Well, I really don't see any reason for you to put yourself about for the sake of that disagreeable crew at the Grange.

You have done more than you were called on to do in finding her.

You can leave the catching of her to them.

There's nothing to worry about: it's quite clear that this camping-out is doing her a world of good," said Sir Maurice in a comforting tone.
"Yes; there is that," said Miss Lambart.
"Let me introduce my nephew.

Hyacinth Dangerfield--better, much better, known as the Terror--to you," Said Sir Maurice.
The Terror shook hands with her, and said: "How do you do?
I've been wanting to know you: the princess--I mean Lady Rowington--likes you ever so much." Miss Lambart was appeased.
"Perhaps you could give us some tea?
We want it badly," said Sir Maurice.
"Yes, I can.