Chapter 66

"Don't taste so," said Lord Chillingham; in fact, it had been voted out of the servants' hall as intolerable. "And the sherry--eh?" "Pale, my lord," whispered the butler; "you paid three hundred a butt for it--from the small bin." "Good--uncork some of the Moselle." In the calm, inscrutable face, and tutored bearing of Louisa Loftus, no one could have read the deep secret we had just shared in--the reconciliation of two ardent and anxious hearts--the bond of love and trust renewed; but this strange power of veilin…