I would have said more, he being unable to get away and I holding, so to speak, the key to the situation, if the officious Jellaby and the too kind Lord Sigismund had not come running up from behind breathlessly eager to render an assistance that was obviously not required.
The old gentleman, shaking himself free from his cloak and rising in the car, was in the act of addressing me in his turn, for his eyes were fixed on me and his mouth was opening and shutting in the spasms preliminary to heated conversation (all of which I observed calmly, leaning against my horse’s shaft and feeling myself to be in the right) when Lord Sigismund and Jellaby arrived.
The old gentleman was in the act of addressing me in his turn
“I do hope you’ve not been hurt——” began Lord Sigismund with his usual concern for those to whom anything had happened.
The old gentleman gasped. “What? Sidge? It’s your lot?” he exclaimed.
“Hullo, Dad!” was Lord Sigismund’s immediate and astonished response.
It was the Duke.