“Good timing!” Lady Lynne smiled. “That is Guy’s room—the one he is sharing with Fletcher. He pointed it out last night when we came up.” She lingered for a moment till he came out, and Faith waited with her, her heart beating unsteadily. It would be hard to say which was the more surprised when a young female, garmented in gaudy apparel that revealed her calling, issued from the door across the hall. She had tousled black hair and a mucous, caterwauling voice. “A whole sovereign! Why, thank you ever so,’’ the black-haired girl exclaimed, and laughed a rowdy laugh. Faith stared and her aunt rushed in to whitewash the interlude. “Fletcher’s doings,” she scoffed angrily. “They were both sharing that room!” Faith said. Innocent though she was, she had heard of lechery and was aware of what the woman represented. From behind the door, a man answered. The door not only concealed his identity but muffled his voice as well, though his words were distinguishable. “Sure it’s enough?
