"To the earl's," she said. "I thought so."
"Yes," he said slowly; "he has been to the earl."
"Well, has he done anything for him?"
"No; nothing."
A look of relief shone in her eyes.
"I am glad, glad!" she murmured.
"He offered to lend him—or give him—the money he wanted, but Blair refused."
"He refused? That was like him!" she said, with a touch of pride and satisfaction. "Yes, that was just like him. They quarreled, of course?"
"Oh, yes, they quarreled!" assented Austin Ambrose quietly. "There were the materials for a quarrel. It seems that, finding the journey tedious, Blair enlivened it by fighting with one of the rustics."
She smiled, and a strange look came into her eyes.