In silence still, Henderson mounted his dog-cart, and in silence also his groom commenced to drive him homeward. They had gone quite a quarter of a mile before either of the men spoke. Then Henderson said uneasily:
“How do you think it went off, Jack?”
“Fairly well,” replied Jack, laconically.
After this there was very little said between them until they reached the Grange. But as Henderson was descending from the dog-cart, Jack Reid suddenly addressed him:
“After ye’ve had a drink, sir,” he said, “will ye come down to the stables?”
“Why?” answered Henderson, testily. “I’ve got a beastly headache, and I don’t want to talk of this hateful affair any more to-day.”
“But I do,” answered Jack Reid, doggedly.
“It’s a nuisance—” began Henderson.
“I must see ye, sir,” interrupted the groom, determinedly, and Henderson, after glancing at him, seeing the expression of his face, nodded and went into the house.