Sir John smiled faintly, though his dreamy blue eyes grew suddenly very keen and piercing.
“Gentlemen,” he retorted, “I am about to leave Paris for an indefinite period; when I return, should you have any strictures to make upon my conduct, I shall be charmed to notice ’em. Until then, sirs, I have the honour to bid you adieu.”
And so Sir John bowed, the gentlemen bowed and betook themselves away with never another word.
“Man Jack,” exclaimed Sir Hector, as the door closed, “leave Parus, is it? O John, laddie—d’ye mean it?”
“Aye, I do, Hector. What with one thing and another, I begin to find Paris a little wearing.”
“Is it hame at last, Johnnie—hame tae England?”
“Where else, Hector?”
“When dae we start, lad?”
“Sure, no time were better than the present. We ride to-day, Hector.”