"Dr. Ragostin will contact you discreetly," I told Lady Theodora, "with his thoughts upon the matter."

It was fortunate that "Dr. Ragostin' was to supply the thoughts, for mine were in a muddle worse than the most tangled yarn basket that ever was. Out of all the Gordian knot I seized upon only one strand surely, a grey one, another indication that Lady Cecily had not eloped. If her secret correspondence with the shopkeeper's son had developed into a passionate affair, she would have used a rainbow of sealing-wax other than the grey. No, she had written her letters only in friendship.

She had gone off not for love, but for some other reason.

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