Chapter Four.
The Tempter’s Call.
Mark and Jane started apart, looking extremely guilty—of a loving kiss—but quite ready to make the best of things, the latter darting to the table to rearrange the position of a couple of forks, and Sir Hilton’s body-servant holding out a hand, palm upwards.
“Do look sharp, Jane,” he said, “and hurry up that hot coffee and the kidneys. I knew Sir Hilton would be down directly.”
“Mark!” said the baronet, sharply.
“Yes, Sir Hilton.”
“You know I don’t like humbug, eh?”
“Yes, Sir Hilton?”