“Getting cured then, Dick?” said Colonel Mellersh grimly, as Richard limped into the room after finding a note in his own place, which his father said had been brought by a boy.
“Cured? Look, I am quite lame. One of Miss Dean’s ponies kicked me; but it will only be a bruise.”
“Humph! How convenient!” said the Colonel, with a grim look.
“Don’t laugh at me,” said Linnell quickly. “I could not help myself.”
“That’s what we all say when we fall victims to fascination.”
“Mellersh, pray stop this banter. You refused Mrs Pontardent’s invitation for yourself and me?”
“I did.”
“I want you to ask her pardon, and get the invitations for us. I must get there to-night.”
“Because Miss Cora Dean, your beautiful charioteer, will be there?”
“No!” fiercely.