"You continued to look back at the house, as long as even the vanes of it were in view, as if the game there had more attractions than the birds out of doors."
"I merely looked back to bow to Lady Loftus and the others," said I, laughing.
"There it is! Why do you put Lady Loftus first?"
"Perhaps because her figure was tallest—I don't know—perhaps I should have named Cora, as the Lady of Calderwood," said I laughing, to hide my growing confusion.
"Newton Norcliff, you have a tenderness for Lady Chillingham's daughter," said Sir Nigel, gravely.
"Have I? Don't know that I have, sir," I repeated, actually flushing.
"Of course you have, and you know it," said he, emphatically.
"But who told you of this?"
"Cora."
"Cora?"