They consulted, and fixed upon an hour. Then I shook hands with Lady Olive and the rest of the party, and walked back along the now nearly deserted Marina to the inn where I had left my mule.
Jacko was a faithful beast and sure of foot. But he was slow, and by the time we had reached home it was past midnight. My father was sitting up for me, poring over a musty old volume, which he laid down, as I entered.
"Hugh, my boy, I thought you were lost. Disgraceful hour, sir," he added, with a mild attempt at facetiousness.
I laughed, and throwing my whip into a corner, poured myself out a cup of coffee.
"Father, what do you think has happened?" I explained. "I have met some English friends in Palermo."
"Who are they?" he asked nervously.
"Lord Parkhurst and his daughter. Lady Olive is a friend of Miss Devereux's, and a very jolly little girl she is."
My father nodded.
"Glad you've been enjoying yourself," he remarked. "I hope they are going to stay for a time. They'll be company for you."
"And you too, father," I added quickly. "Lord Parkhurst wants to call and see you. He knows all about us, and he seems very anxious to make your acquaintance. Do you mind?"