“Not the slightest necessity for that, now,” said Linton, with a low, deliberate voice.
“Why so?”
“Because you have just done so yourself. If you had only paid the least attention to my signal, you 'd have seen that Cashel was only a few yards in front of me during the entire of your agreeable revelations.”
“By Jove!” exclaimed Frobisher, as his head dropped forward in overwhelming confusion; “what is to be done?”
“Rather difficult to say, if he heard all,” said Linton, coolly.
“You 'd say it was a quiz, Tom. You 'd pretend that you saw him all the while, and only did the thing for joke's sake, eh?”
“Possibly enough I might,” replied Linton; “but you could n't.”
“How very awkward, to be sure!” exclaimed Frobisher. “I say, Jim, I wish you 'd make up to Cashel a bit, and get us out of this scrape. There's Tom ready to aid and abet you, if only to take him out of the Kilgoffs' way.”
“There never was a more propitious moment, Miss Meek,'” said Linton, passing through the hedge, and approaching close to her. “He's a great prize,—the best estate in Ireland.”
“The nicest stable of horses in the whole country,” echoed Frobisher.