“He was known and welcomed. Josephine was all gaiety and danced with him; but Lady Bray and Clare, by common instinct, avoided his company.
“‘You are ever talking of Clare, Mr. Redgill; how many times have I not told you that she is perpetually speaking of young Captain Lawrence.’
“‘Is he here?’ asked Redgill, with a smile.
“‘No? I dare say he cannot come,’ he added with emphasis.
“‘In truth, I’m glad he has not; I’m sure I didn’t wish his company, however much some people may desire and seem to prize it. Oh, there’s Clare passing into the grounds looking for her father, the colonel.’
“Redgill followed instantly, and overtook her on the lawn.
“‘Mr. Redgill!’ she said, in surprise.
“‘Yes, Miss Clare; pray be seated.’
“‘You will excuse me, Mr. Redgill; I was looking for my father, it is time for us to go.’
“‘Only for a moment, one second only.’