"Carlo."
"And I presume he is not what you call an English dog?"
The general looked at him fiercely; then his features relaxed. "Go away, Edward, go away—and give the dog a chance."
Barksdale had ridden to one side with Mary and was gravely studying the scene. Presently he said abruptly:
"When is it you leave for Europe?"
"To-morrow."
"There is a matter pending," he said quietly, "that renders it peculiarly unfortunate." She regarded him with surprise. "What I say is for you alone. I know Mr. Morgan has been out here for several days and has probably not been made aware of what is talked in town." Briefly he acquainted her with the rumors afloat and seeing her deep concern and distress added: "The affair is trivial with Mr. Morgan; he can easily silence the talk, but in his absence, if skillfully managed, it can affect his reputation seriously."
"Skillfully managed?"
"Do you suppose that Mr. Morgan is without enemies?"
"Who could be his enemy?" She asked quickly, then flushed and was silent.