I have a word to say to Mr.Caryll." "Will it not keep?
What can you have to say to him that is so pressing ?" "But a word--no more." "Why, then, we'll stay for you," said her ladyship, and threw him into confusion, hopeless dissembler that he was.
"Nay, nay! I beg that you will not." Her ladyship's brows went up; her eyes narrowed again, and a frown came between them.

"You are mighty mysterious," said she, looking from one to the other of the men, and bethinking her that it was not the first time she had found them so; bethinking her, too--jumping, woman-like, to rash conclusions--that in this mystery that linked them might lie the true secret of her husband's aversion to his son and of his oath a month ago to see that same son hang if Mr.Caryll succumbed to the wound he had taken.

With some women, to suspect a thing is to believe that thing.

Her ladyship was of these.

She set too high value upon her acumen, upon the keenness of her instincts.
And if aught were needed to cement her present suspicions, Mr.Caryll himself afforded that cement, by seeming to betray the same eagerness to be alone with his lordship that his lordship was betraying to be alone with him; though, in truth, he no more than desired to lend assistance to the earl out of curiosity to learn what it was his lordship might have to say.
"Indeed," said he, "if you could give his lordship leave, ma'am, for a few moments, I should myself be glad on't." "Come, Hortensia," said her ladyship shortly, and swept out, Mistress Winthrop following.
In silence they crossed the lawn together.