There was a quiet interrogation in Chillon’s turn of the head at this fervent simpleton.
‘I love them for that hum,’ said she. ‘It joins one in me.’
‘Call to them any day, they are up, ready to march!’
‘Oh, dear souls!’ Carinthia said.
Her breath drew in.
The three were dumb. They saw Lord Fleetwood standing in the park gateway.
CHAPTER XXXVII. BETWEEN CARINTHIA AND HER LORD
The earl’s easy grace of manner was a ceremonial mantle on him as he grasped the situation in a look. He bent with deferential familiarity to his countess, exactly toning the degree of difference which befitted a salute to the two gentlemen, amiable or hostile.
‘There and back?’ he said, and conveyed a compliment to Carinthia’s pedestrian vigour in the wary smile which can be recalled for a snub.