The following morning broke finely.
"What time is Mr. Smythe to arrive?" asked Fitz, cheerfully.
Ethel flushed, and bent her eyes to her plate.
"He will be here before dinner," said the countess.
"See that the horses are sent for him," said the earl from behind his paper.
"All right, I'll see to that," said Fitz. "Meanwhile, just to spend time, suppose you and I have a gallop, Eth?"
Ethel thanked him with her eyes.
"Then go and get your habit on at once," said Fitz.
On the staircase Mary, the maid, met her crying.
"If you please, my lady, my brother's broken his leg, and—and—and can I go home at once?"