“If he had happened to have twenty thousand a year instead of one, you mean. No, Anne, no. Nothing short of a brilliant marriage will satisfy you.”
Anne looked as if she were going to reply, but checked herself, and turned her head in another direction. Mrs Martyn yawned.
Chapter Five.
The Skittishness of Fate.
Before Wareham reached the companions he had deserted, it was evident that something was amiss, for both Mrs Ravenhill and Millie were on foot, and their skydsgut led the pony. Millie, however, called out to him that no harm had happened, and he then saw that Colonel Martyn was with them.
“What has gone wrong?” he asked, as he came up. “There’s a very disorganised look about you.”
“We were nearly disorganised altogether,” said Mrs Ravenhill gravely, for she was not well pleased at Wareham’s leaving them. “We might have been, if Colonel Martyn had not come to the rescue.”
Wareham asked what had happened.