CHAPTER III
A DRAWN BATTLE
Almost in silence they passed up through the dripping garden to the house side by side, Columbus trotting demurely behind. Juliet was still limping, but she would not accept support.
"I suppose you are going to beard the lion in his den," she said as they drew near.
"I suppose I am," said Green. "If you hear sounds of a serious fracas, perhaps you will come to the rescue."
"Not to yours," she said lightly. "You are more than capable of holding your own—anywhere."
He flashed her his sudden look. "Do you really think so? I assure you I am considered very small fry, indeed, in this household."
"That's very good for you," said Juliet.
They mounted to the terrace that bounded the south front of the house, and entered by a glass door that led into a conservatory. Here for a moment Juliet paused. Her grey eyes under their level brows met his with a friendly smile.
"I think I must leave you now, Mr. Green," she said, "and go and find
Mrs. Fielding. I expect the squire is in his study."