"I am in the hell of a mess, too," he sighed. "My father has cut up awfully rough about my transactions with Liv and Dev—and I had a bad week at Doncaster. I am in for a regular facer and am obliged to agree to be transferred to the Egyptian army for three years. Everything, even you, are against me."
"No, I am not, Algy." There was quick sympathy and distress in her deep voice. "I hate to think that you are unhappy, and you know that I would help you in any way I could."
"Then be kind to me, darling—and don't say you never want to see me again."
Katherine Bush felt this was a supreme occasion—and that she must not waver. She so longed to comfort him, to let him kiss her and forget all his cares. The cynical side of her character, even at this moving moment, whispered that it was fortunate that they were out of doors!
"When do you start for Egypt?"
"As soon as I can get ready—my mother and sisters are going to winter out there, but probably I shall be sent to the Soudan!"
Katherine had heard that they killed lions or something in that part of the world, she knew that sport meant a great deal in Lord Algy's life.
"You will get some kind of shooting, won't you?" she suggested by way of consolation.
But Lord Algy looked full of misery. They had walked on, taking a side path and were now in sight of two chairs.