"I know half a dozen fellows who have been there," he said. "And they all enjoyed it tremendously."
"If you go to Nevada, you must visit the mines at Bloody Gulch," she said.
"Where?" he ejaculated. "I say, what a name! Don't deride my youth and ignorance, Miss Bassett."
"You can call it L'Argentville, if you would rather," she replied.
"I would rather try the other, thank you," he laughed. "It has a more hilarious sound. Will they despise me at Bloody Gulch, Miss Bassett? I never killed a man in my life."
Barold turned, and walked away, angry, and more melancholy than he could have believed.
"It is time I went back to London," he chose to put it. "The place begins to be deucedly dull."
"Mr. Francis Barold seems rather out of spirits," said Mrs. Burnham to Lady Theobald. "Lord Lansdowne interferes with his pleasure."
"I had not observed it," answered her ladyship. "And it is scarcely likely that Mr. Francis Barold would permit his pleasure to be interfered with, even by the son of the Marquis of Lauderdale."
But she glared at Barold as he passed, and beckoned to him.