CHAPTER XI
As he left the church Hunsdon took his arm, and begging Lady Mary to excuse them both, led him down the mountain by a side path to Hamilton House. It was evident that the young nobleman had something on his mind, but it was not until they were in Warner’s study, and he had fidgeted about for a few moments that he brought it out.
“Of course, old fellow, you divine that I have a favour to ask?” he said, growing very red, and staring out of the window.
Warner, who had seated himself, looked surprised, but replied that no favour was too great to be asked by the best of friends. Then he wondered if Hunsdon had guessed his love for Anne Percy and was come to warn him from Bath House. With a hot rush of blood to the head he almost hoped that the favour was nothing less and he might relieve his overcharged feelings by pitching Hunsdon out of the window.
But nothing could have been so far from Hunsdon’s well-regulated mind. He had come on a very different errand.
“The truth is—well, my dear Byam, you no doubt have seen how it is with me, long since. The state of my affections. But I do not seem to make much headway. Miss Percy is charming to all, but the only reason that I sometimes permit myself to hope is because she is occasionally rude to me. I am told that is always a propitious sign in females.”
“Do you want me to propose for you?” asked Warner.
“Oh, by no means. I shall do that myself when I think the moment is ripe. But it is not, as yet. What do you think?”
“I have not the least idea, not being an eavesdropper.”