There was a laugh; the lightest joke will serve at a picnic.
“I was haunted by the dread that I should come just in time to find everything cleared up. What a beautiful day! No, no more, thanks.”
“Let me give you some champagne,” said Lady Bell, and reached forward with the goblet in her hand.
Jack took it, and nodded over it in true picnic fashion.
“Thanks,” he said, and raised it to his lips.
At that moment Lady Bell looked up, and, seeing Una standing still and motionless, beckoned her.
Mechanically Una went round to her, and so stood in front of Jack.
His eyes were fixed at the bottom of the cup at the moment, but presently he lifted them, and, with a sharp cry, he let the cup fall to the ground and sprang to his feet.
And then he stood staring at her downcast face with startled eyes and pale countenance.
“Hallo! Take care!” cried Dalrymple. “What are you up to now, Savage? Anything bitten you?”