"You have the invitation now, my boy, and we'll be delighted to see you whenever it suits you to come."
"That's very good of you. Miss Penny be stopping on with you?"
"As long as she will. She'd got a bit run down and it's done her a heap of good."
"Well, if you'll show me how to go, I'll toddle off home now. I haven't the remotest idea where my digs are."
And Graeme led him through the back fields among the tethered cows, who stopped their slow chewing as they passed, and lay gazing after them in blank astonishment, into the Avenue and so to the Bel-Air.
"I'll come round then a bit before eleven and we'll all go along together," was Charles Svendt's parting word.
"Right! Au revoir!" and Graeme went home across the fields smiling happily to himself.
XVII
When Graeme came swinging over the green dyke in the early morning, with his towel round his neck and his two dogs racing in front, he found the Seigneur sitting in a long chair in the verandah, with four aristocratic dogs wandering about, who proceeded to intimate to Punch and Scamp that they were rather low fisher-dogs and not of seigneurial rank.
"Well, what about your would-be breaker of the peace?" asked the Seigneur, with a smile.