Lady Margaret did not, in the event, leave that morning. She had been halfway into her travelling cloak, the miniature of Miss Carstairs no doubt still warm in her reticule, when her nephew came down into the hall with Honora Vane's hand on his arm and informed his aunt, in a voice Honora had not heard him use before —
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