CHAPTER XIII.
OUT OF HARM'S WAY.
"I don't see what business it is of his," said Dick to his brother the next afternoon. "I call it infernal impertinence."
Lord Eynesford differed.
"Well, I don't," he said. "He did it with great tact, and I'm very much obliged to him."
"I wish people would leave my affairs alone," Dick grumbled.
"Has it gone very far?" asked his brother, ignoring the grumble.
"Depends upon what you call far. There's nothing settled, if that's what you mean."