“Shall I find an inn—well, shall I find shelter for the night?” said he, correcting himself.
“Shelter I could give you myself, but I’d rather you’d look for it anywhere else. I told you already why.”
“Well, I’m not afraid of your company, and, if you don’t dislike mine, we’ll travel together.”
The little girl said something with eagerness in Irish, and then turning to Vyner she took his hand, and said, “Yes, come with us.” And they set out.
CHAPTER XIII. THE PROJECT
It was on the evening of the second day after Vyner’s departure that Grenfell, never much given to anxieties about others, felt a certain uneasiness, and sauntered down the glen, wondering what might have detained him. He had not gone fully a mile, when he saw in the grey twilight a man approaching; he hailed, and was answered in his friend’s voice, “All right; it is I.”
“I was going to start the hue and cry, or whatever may represent that institution here, after you, Vyner. Where have you been all this time?”
“As to the where, my friend, it would require a very different tongue from yours and mine to say; Russian and Polish names are nothing in comparison. As to the how I have been, is easier to answer—never better; though with all due gratitude be it said, I have passed my time in rather questionable company.”
“At least they recognised the rights of hospitality?”