He was acquainted with Mr.Caryll's methods, and knew that, probably, the more at ease he seemed, the less at ease he was.
Rotherby spread the letters on the desk, and scanned them with a glowing eye, Mr.Green at his elbow reading with him.

The countess swept forward that she, too, might inspect this find.
"They'll serve their turn," said her son, and added to Caryll: "And they'll help to hang you." "No doubt you find me mentioned in them," said Mr.Caryll.
"Ay, sir," snapped Green, "if not by name, at least as the messenger who is to explain that which the writers--the royal writer and the other--have out of prudence seen fit to exclude." Hortensia looked up and across the room at that, a wild fear clutching at her heart.

But Mr.Caryll laughed pleasantly, eyebrows raised as if in mild surprise.

"The most excellent relations appear to prevail between you," said he, looking from Rotherby to Green.

"Are you, too, my lord, in the secretary's pay." His lordship flushed darkly.