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She was at that moment busied in adjusting Errington's knapsack more comfortably, her fair, laughing face turned up to his, and her bright eyes alight with love and tender solicitude. "I've a good mind not to go at all," he whispered in her ear. "I'll come back and stay with you all day." "You foolish boy!" she answered merrily. "You would miss seeing the grand fall all for what?
It is rather absurd. I must make her talk, then I shall find out." Here his horse started, and broke the thread of his reflections. By the time the steed had pranced and curvetted a little, Errington's thoughts had turned into some of their usual graver channels, and Katherine Liddell was well, not absolutely forgotten.
Briggs was not surprised at Lady Errington's departure, that portion of his "duty" which consisted in listening at doors, had greatly enlightened him on many points, all, save one the reported connection between Sir Philip and Violet Vere. This seemed to be really true according to all appearances. "Which it puzzles me," soliloquized the owner of the shapely calves. "It do, indeed.
The door was instantly opened by a respectable man with grey hair and a gentle, kindly face, who was dressed plainly in black, and who eyed the gorgeous Briggs with the faintest suspicion of a smile. He was Errington's butler, and had served the family for twenty-five years. "Her ladyship is driving in the Park," he said in response to the condescending inquiries of Briggs.
All the good of my present life I owe to you," and she raised her soft brown eyes, full of tender gratitude, to his. It was a glance that might have warmed any man's heart, and Errington's answer was: "Come, then, and let us exchange confidences," the crowd round the door at that moment obliging him, as it seemed to her, to hold her arm very close to his side.
"I can't wish you success," she said bitterly. "The day that brings you success will be the blackest hour of my life." Errington's face softened a little. "Olga, you are unreasonable " "Unreasonable, am I? Because I grudge paying for the sins of others? . . . If that is unreasonable yes, then, I am unreasonable! Now, go. Go, and remember, Max, we are on opposite sides of the camp."
"It was this absence of any peculiarity which very nearly, but not quite, placed the halter round Mr. Errington's neck. "But I am going too fast, and you will lose the thread. "The public, of course, never heard how it actually came about that Mr.
"Men cannot jump into diplomatic appointments, can they?" "No, I suppose not. I hear some of Errington's political articles have attracted Lord G 's notice; they say he'll be in Parliament one of these days. Well, he deserves to win, if that sort of thing be worth winning." "Of course it is. Have you no ambition, Lord de Burgh? Were I a man, I should be very ambitious."
Beneath the soft laces of her gown her breast still rose and fell stormily, but she had herself in hand now. "Max, when I married you I took . . . something . . . on trust." She spoke slowly, weighing her words, "But I didn't expect that something to include Adrienne! What has she to do with you?" Errington's brows came sharply together.
Errington's hand came down on her shoulder, as he twisted her lightly out of his path and strode to the door. "Sir Philip Sir Philip!" cried Neville anxiously, hastening after him. "Think for a moment; don't do anything rash!" Philip wrung his hand convulsively. "Rash! My good fellow, it's a woman who has slandered me what can I do? Her sex protects her!" He gave a short, furious laugh.
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