“Shall we take a walk in the gardens for a few minutes, my lord?” said Elbraham, as they stood together outside.
“With much pleasure, Mr Elbraham,” replied Lord Henry.
“Then I’ll just hook on,” said Elbraham.
He did “hook on”—to wit, he took Lord Henry’s arm; and that gentleman did not shrink, but walked with the millionaire down one of the broad walks between the trim lawns, both for the time being silent.
“I’m a man of the world,” said Mr Elbraham at last.
“Indeed,” said Lord Henry.
“Yes, my lord, and I’m going to speak out like a man of that sort.”
Lord Henry bowed and smiled, for he had Marie’s great dark eyes before him, and the memory was very pleasant at the time.
“Just an hour ago, my lord, when I met you at that door, I felt as if we two were to be enemies.”
“Indeed,” said Lord Henry again. “Yes, my lord; but now I don’t think we are.”