“Not the slightest, dear.”
“Here’s your sour ball!” said Macloud, handing him the glass.
“Sweetened by your touch, I suppose!”
“No! By the ladies’ presence—God save them!”
“Colin,” said Croyden, as, an hour later, they walked back to Clarendon, “you should have told me.”
“Should have told you what?” Macloud asked.
“Don’t affect ignorance, old man—you knew Elaine was coming.”
“I did—yesterday.”
“And that it was she in the trap.”