"He will be so glad, Margaret!" he said. "He is the best fellow in the world, and the wisest; and he is dreadfully afraid that you may not like him."
"Bring him, and I will put him out of his misery," said Margaret with her divine smile. "Do you think that I should not love all you love, and hate all you hate, Blair?"
"You are an angel!" he said, looking at her; "yes, that is what you are!"
She put her hands against his breast and pushed him gently away from her.
"Go and fetch him," she said, and he strode away.
Austin Ambrose was seated on the stile, smoking a cigarette. He greeted Blair with a nod and a smile.
"Well, my Adonis! Well, my Corydon! Have you come to tell me that the beloved mistress declines to see the intruder?"
"Ah, you don't know her yet, old fellow!" said Lord Blair, with all a lover's pride. "She has sent me to bring you to her at once! My friends shall be her friends, and you, Austin, shall rank first."
Austin Ambrose flung his cigarette away and smiled.
"Then she has made you a happy man, Blair? All doubts dispelled, eh?"