"The guns are just there on the hill," she said, ever so calmly. "Better wait!"
Carleigh released her with reluctance, but his expanded pupils were still devouring her.
"I am a new man," he whispered passionately. "Darling, oh, darling! I'm so glad I came."
Neither of them saw the tall form of Lord Kneedrock, who, at a little distance stood watching them, a bitterly satirical smile upon his lips.
CHAPTER XIII
Surprises for the Broken-Hearted
A little beyond, the forty beaters stood huddled together like a pack of hounds.
The head-keeper, that personage of indescribable majesty and humility, was consulting with Bellingdown, who looked very anxious.
The duke was taking a last sip and a nibble, while his hostess begged him not to hurry. All the rest were lighting cigarettes.