"Yes," she said. "We were just starting. Good-bye!" and with a wave of her hand to her circle of courtiers, she rode on, Austin Ambrose close by her side.
"How I hate that fellow!" murmured the dragoon, languidly, looking after them.
"Hear, hear," said Lord Chichester.
"And yet he isn't a bad fellow—what's the matter with him?" stammered the marquis.
"Don't know," murmured Captain Floyd. "'I do not like thee, Dr. Fell, the reason why I cannot tell——'"
"Who's Dr. Fell?" asked the marquis, with a bewildered stare.
A shout of laughter greeted his question.
"Look here, Sublime Ignorance," said the dragoon, with a wearied smile, "you are too good for this world. Such a complete lack of brains and ordinary intelligence are utterly wasted on this sublunary sphere."
"Oh, bother!" grunted the peer. "I never heard of any Dr. Fell, how should I? But what's the matter with Ambrose?"
"I don't know," said Lord Chichester, thoughtfully. "I think it's that smile of his, that superior smile, that makes you long to kick him; or is it the way in which he looks just over the top of your head?"