"I can't quarrel with the way of the world, and I'm sure if it does come off you'll be good to her."
"You think I don't care about her—about her herself?"
"I don't know, I tell you. I don't want to know. I suppose you like her."
"Yes, I like her." He took the word from Bob and made no attempt to alter or to amplify it.
Bob was mounting now; the hour was late for him to be abroad and work waited him in the morning.
"Good-night, Tristram," he said, as he settled in his saddle.
"Good-night. And, Bob, if by any chance it doesn't come off with me, you have that turn-up with the Major!"
"Well, I don't like the idea of a foreign chap coming down and—— But, mind you, Duplay's a very superior fellow. He knows the deuce of a lot."
"Thinks he does, anyhow," said Harry, smiling again. "Good-night, old fellow," he called after Bob in a very friendly voice as horse and rider disappeared up the road.