"You promised to dine, you promised to dine!" cried Sir John Slingsby, "no breach of promise or I will have my action against you."
"I will keep mine to the letter," replied Beauchamp, "and be back in a couple of hours."
"And bring Ned Hayward with you," said the baronet.
Beauchamp explained that such a thing was impossible, saying that his friend had become somewhat worse in health since the preceding night, but without giving any cause for alarm. His eyes turned towards Mary Clifford as he spoke with a momentary glance, which sufficed, by the paleness that spread over her face, to confirm suspicions which he had entertained since the night before. He was too much a gentleman in heart to keep his eyes there more than that one moment for he felt that it would not only be a rudeness but an unkindness.
"I will walk with you, my good lord," said Doctor Miles, "I long to see Captain Hayward. He has particularly interested me."
"And you will walk back with Lord Lenham to dinner, doctor," said Sir John as gaily as ever, "we will have one jolly evening after all this fracas at all events."
"I will come to dinner," replied Dr. Miles, "expressly to keep it from being too jolly, you incorrigible old gentleman."
But Sir John only laughed, and the peer and the priest walked away together.
CHAPTER XXXII.
"You said just now, doctor," observed Beauchamp as they strolled through the park, "that Ned Hayward particularly interested you. I am glad of it, for he did so with me from the first, without my well knowing why; and we are always glad to find a prepossession which savours perhaps a little of weakness, kept in countenance by others for whom we have a respect."