"Humph!" grunted Campbell contemptuously.
"She has gone for a little walk, but as she never leaves the grounds, she can't be very far off," said Miss Trevor.
"Perhaps—" Cyril hesitated; he was painfully embarrassed.
Guy came to his rescue.
"Come along," he said. "I will show you where you are likely to find her."
"Thanks! I did rather want to see her—ahem, on business!"
"On business? Oh, you old humbug!" jeered Campbell as he sauntered off.
For a moment Cyril glared at Guy's back indignantly; then mumbling an apology to Miss Trevor, he hastened after him.
They had gone only a short distance before they espied a small, black-robed figure coming towards them. Guy stopped short; he glanced at Cyril, but the latter was no longer conscious of his presence. Without a word he turned and hurriedly retraced his footsteps.
"Well, Trevie," he said, "I must be going. Can't loaf forever, worse luck!" His manner was quite ostentatiously cheerful.