He'll be back to tea in a minute or two: the clock's just struck four," she said; and she drew aside for him to enter.
The duke stared at her angel face with gloomy thoughtfulness for nearly a minute.

She found it somewhat discomfitting.

Then he said gloomily: "Very well: I'll come in and wait." He walked with a determined air down the passage into the sitting-room.
Pollyooly ran up to the attic to assure herself that the Lump was not in mischief--it was the last thing in the world that placid, but red-headed cherub was likely to get into; none the less she was always making sure of it.

Then she came down to the kitchen, and set about cutting thin bread and butter for two persons.
As she cut it she wondered uneasily what had brought the duke to the King's Bench Walk.

If there was one person in the world with regard to whom she did not enjoy a clear conscience, it was the duke.
Had he come for the reason: (1) That she had helped the duchess in the original evasion of his daughter?
(2) That she had spent a fortnight at Ricksborough Court as his daughter?
(3) Or had he discovered that she had helped the duchess in the second evasion of Lady Marion?
(4) Had Mr.Wilkinson revealed how she had tricked him and the detective?
Truly there were reasons why she should be afflicted by an uneasy conscience with regard to the duke.