“I wish you will not be absurd!” she said crossly. “It’s ten to one I shall never set eyes on Ravenscar again, and if I did—oh, don’t be a fool, Lucius, for I’m in no funning humour!”
The door opened to admit Mortimer. “Mr Ravenscar has called, miss, and desires to see you. I have shown him into the Yellow Saloon.”
“Faith, it’s heaven’s answer, Deb!” said Mr Kennet, chuckling.
“Mr Ravenscar?” repeated Miss Grantham incredulously. “You must have mistaken!”
The butler silently held out the salver he was carrying. Miss Grantham picked up the visiting-card on it, and read in astonishment its simple legend. Mr Max Ravenscar ran the flowing script, in coldly engraved letters.
Chapter 5
Mr Ravenscar was standing by the window in the Yellow Saloon, looking out. He was dressed in topboot; and leather breeches, with a spotted cravat round his throat and a drab-coloured driving-coat with several shoulder-cape reached to his calves. He turned, as Miss Grantham entered, the room, and she saw that some spare whip-lashes were thru; through one of his buttonholes, and that he was carrying a pair of driving-gloves of York tan.
“Good morning,” he said, coming a few paces to meet her, “Do you care to drive round the Park, Miss Grantham?”
“Drive round the Park?” she repeated, in a surprised tone.
“Yes, why not? I am exercising my greys, and came here to beg the honour of your company.”