'Only with humanity in general,' said Felix. 'He brought Lady Caergwent the wrong plant, and has rushed headlong to repair the mistake, without knowing a bit better what the right one was. It is his first essay in chivalry, and he is having it strong,' he added, smiling, as he turned to the lady.
'Never mind, Kate,' added Angela, with her usual questionable taste, 'it's only a bog and not a whirlpool that you've made him plunge into; besides, it isn't the Ewe, so he isn't due to it!'
'Will you take his place in the waggonette, Lord Ernest?' asked Cherry. 'Where's your bag?'
'My bag—I declare it must be at the bottom of the Lady's Rock! We'll charter a boy to go and look for it.'
'We will stop as we go by. There are plenty of relics to pick up.'
'For hospitality's sake,' said Will, 'I might mention that the room next the Apple-chamber is at your service.'
'Thank you, since you are so kind, Miss Underwood, I'll come. I want to see your picture. What are you doing now?'
'A little portrait work,' said Cherry, smiling and blushing, and looking towards her subject.
'There,' quoth Lord Ernest, to Robina. 'Did not I tell you it was a Kit-Cat-astrophe!'
'Oh!' said Gertrude, little aware of the by-play, 'I forgot to ask if you had been going on with Edith of Lorn?'