“I made a mistake,” said his lordship. “I daresay even angels make mistakes sometimes.”
“I don’t know,” said her ladyship quietly. “Of course you will apologise to the Doctor?”
“The Doctor? The quack! No, madam, I am not going to stoop to that.”
Lady Pinemount sighed.
“And that’s not the worst of it. I forbade the young scoundrel to go near those people again. Did I, or did I not?”
“You did, dear, emphatically. But if Denis really cares for Miss Salado—”
“He sha’n’t have her—there! I forbade him to go there; and, not content with insulting me by grubbing down and burning the hoarding I erected to keep off obnoxious people, he has gone there again and again, encouraged by the adventurer of a father.”
“I am very sorry, dear.”
“Sorry? What good does that do? And he’s there now.”
“No, my dear,” said Lady Pinemount; “he is just coming across the park.”