Volume Two—Chapter Four.
Late in the Field.
“Why, what’s the matter?”
“Matter!” panted Dick Millet, dancing excitedly into Marcus Glen’s room, where the latter was sitting back, cigar in mouth, reading the most interesting parts of a sporting paper. “Why, everything’s the matter. While you are sitting here at your ease, those two old patriarchs have been stealing a march upon us.”
“When you get a little less excited,” said Glen coolly, “perhaps you will explain.”
“Oh, it’s easily explained: those two—that Jew fellow, Elbraham, and that old yellow apricot, Lord Henry Moorpark—have been in at the private apartments this hour.”
“Visit of ceremony,” said Glen, sending up a little cloud of smoke.
“Yes, and then they’ve been walking up and down in the gardens, talking earnestly together.”
“While you have been in the Maze and got lost,” said Glen.