"Quite right; it is. It shall not occur again. Isn't that enough?"
Kate, in spite of her confidence, was not anxious to drive Eugene with too tight a rein, so, with a nearer approach to graciousness she allowed it to appear that it was enough.
"Then come along," he said, passing his arm around her waist, and running her briskly along the terrace to a seat at the end, where he deposited her.
"Really, Eugene, one would think you were a schoolboy. Suppose any one had seen us!"
"Some one did," said Eugene composedly, lighting his cigar.
"Who?"
"Haddington. He was sitting on the step of the sun-dial, smoking."
"How annoying! What's he doing there?"
"If you ask me, I expect he's waiting on the chance of Lady Claudia coming out."
"I should think it very unlikely," said Kate, with an impatient tap of her foot; "and I wish you wouldn't do such things."