At this remark Mrs. Scarsdale burst into a flood of tears, and Allingford gave a sigh of relief, and, strolling to the window, was soon lost in admiration of the view.
Suddenly a voice said, in the sweetness of its accustomed tones:
"Why were you so pleased when I began to cry?" And Mrs. Scarsdale, calm and composed, stood beside him.
"Hard storm is a good thing to clear the atmosphere after a thunder-shower," replied the Consul laconically.
"I was real mad with you," she admitted.
"Great Scott! don't you suppose I knew that?" he cried.
They both laughed, and peace was restored.
"Do you really think it is poor Harold?"
"I suppose he doesn't get called St. Hubart when he's in 'quod'?"
"Be sensible and answer my question. Is it my husband or your brother who is on trial at Winchester?"