“Ah! is he?” cried Lord Pinemount, leaping up and running to the window. “Here,—hi! Denis! Come here!”
The young man came calmly enough up to the window.
“Ah, mamma!” he said. “You want me, sir?”
“Yes. Where the devil have you been?”
“Over to Sandleighs, sir. And have the goodness to remember, in addressing me, that I am not one of the grooms.”
“Denis!”
“All right, mamma. I am not a child now, and if his lordship addresses me in that tone I shall resent it.”
“Ah, indeed!” said the father sarcastically. “May I respectfully inquire, then, why you have been over to Sandleighs?”
“To apologise to Doctor Salado for causing him so much annoyance.”
“Say Don Salado, my dear son,” cried his lordship: “and may I ask how you have annoyed him? By making eyes at the adventurer’s daughter—bah! wench!”