Lord Lionel champed upon an invisible bit. With all the air of a man constrained against his will, he took the outstretched hands, and gripped them. “I want none of your cajolery, Sale!” he announced, his penetrating gaze searching the Duke’s face. “I do not know what the devil you mean by behaving in this way. I am very angry with you, very angry, indeed! How dared you, sir?”
The Duke smiled up at him. “Indeed, I don’t know how I dared! But I did not mean the fools to worry you with my capers!”
“Let me tell you that I have better things to do than to worry over your conduct!” said his lordship inaccurately. “Are you quite well, Gilly? Yes, I see that you are. It would have served you right if I had found you laid down on your bed with one of your sickly turns, let me tell you! Where have you been, and what the devil are you doing in this place? Let me have a plain answer, if you please!”
“Oh, I have been in all manner of places, sir, trying to discover if I am a man, or only a duke!” responded the Duke.
“Balderdash!” pronounced his lordship comprehensively. He released the Duke’s hands, and discovered Nettlebed’s presence in the room. His exacerbated feelings found a certain measure of relief in the utterance of a severe rebuke to him for having left Sale House without notice or permission. He then turned his attention to his son, and having condemned his manners and morals in a few blistering sentences, felt a good deal better. He eyed the real culprit measuringly. “I know very well when you have been in mischief, sir!” he said grimly. “Don’t think to fob me off, or to hide behind Gideon, for I mean to have the truth! If you were but five years younger—”
“No, no!” protested the Duke, his face alive with laughter. “You never flogged me after I was sixteen, sir!”
“I collect,” said Lord Lionel, with a fulminating glance cast at his son, “that you mean to tell me that it was I who drove you into this nonsensical affair?”
“To tell you the truth, sir,” said the Duke, coaxing him into a chair by the fire, “I do not mean to tell you anything at all! Oh, no, don’t frown at me, and pray do not be so angry with me! You see I have taken no hurt, and I promise I will not cause you such anxiety again. Nettlebed, be so good as to tell them to lay covers for three, and fetch another wine glass for his lordship!”
“I do not dine here,” stated his lordship, his brows still alarmingly knit, “and nor do you, Gilly! I do not know why, when you have a house very conveniently placed, you must needs install yourself at a common inn: I daresay it is of a piece with all the rest! You will accompany me to Cheyney at once!”
Gideon leaned his shoulders against the wall, and waited with interest to hear what his cousin would reply to this command.