"Oh, certainly," said Violet, and he turned the Knight and shook hands with the captain, who eyed the pair keenly behind his pleasant, frank smile.
"Beautiful day," said Leicester. "Quite a relief this breeze. Are you going far?"
"Only for a gallop," said Violet, whose heart was beating fast and rapidly melting under the grave and almost reproachful gaze of his dark eyes.
After all, might there not be some mistake about him and Ethel Boisdale? Oh, at that moment how she longed that there might be!
"I was going over to Tenby," said Leicester.
"A pretty town," said the captain, smiling to himself as he recalled his visit and his purchases. "I passed through it a short time since, and I thought of going again soon. I want to find a solicitor."
"A solicitor," said Leicester. "I am going to see mine this morning. Can I recommend him?"
"Why will not dear old Mr. Thaxton do?" said Violet. "He is our solicitor."
"He lives in London, does he not?" asked the captain, who did not want any solicitor, and who had been merely fishing to ascertain who the Mildmay solicitor was and where he resided.
"Yes," said Violet. "But of course he can come down at an hour's notice. He does come down sometimes. I do not know what for, but to see to things, I suppose. A lawyer is a necessary evil."