"Ah, an opportunity for another good-by!" said Octon grimly.
Lacey brought his horse to a stand by us, but did not dismount.
"I'm trespassing, I'm afraid, Lord Lacey! My being in this park is against the law, isn't it?"
Octon's opening was not very conciliatory, but Lacey's good-humor was proof against him. Moreover the lad looked preoccupied.
"I'm not out for a row to-day, Mr. Octon," he said. "I want just one word with you, Austin."
"Then I'll be off," said Octon. He nodded to me; he did not offer to shake hands again.
"I'll come and see you off to-morrow morning. The eleven-five, I suppose?" That was the fast train to London.
"Yes. All right, I shall be glad to see you. To Lord Lacey—and his friends—this is good-by."
"You're going away?" asked Lacey, joy and relief plain in his voice.
"Yes. You seem very glad."