“All well, a daughter.—WINTON,”
and sent it out with the order that a groom should take it in that night.
Gyp was sleeping when he stole up at ten o'clock.
He, too, turned in, and slept like a child.
XI
Returning the next afternoon from the first ride for several days, Winton passed the station fly rolling away from the drive-gate with the light-hearted disillusionment peculiar to quite empty vehicles.
The sight of a fur coat and broad-brimmed hat in the hall warned him of what had happened.
“Mr. Fiorsen, sir; gone up to Mrs. Fiorsen.”
Natural, but a d—d bore! And bad, perhaps, for Gyp. He asked:
“Did he bring things?”