"That may be true," returned Parkington, with an amused smile, "but, nevertheless, I fail to comprehend."
"Take your time to it, then," Herford answered, with a shrug, "it will come to you, presently," and he sauntered away to join Miss Stirling, whose laugh was heard toward the house.
"Parkington," said Constable, "you are very considerate.—We know Herford and his way, and do not take offense, but you have no reason for holding off."
Parkington smiled. "Herford simply amuses me," he said. "I always want to laugh, when he grows sarcastic. He hits my funny-bone instead of my temper. I suppose, for my own reputation, I should call him out, but, to my mind, a spanking would be more appropriate."
"Exactly our judgment," remarked Snowden. "And, yet, he is an excellent officer, with a first-class record in active service."
"So Maynadier tells me," said Parkington.
"Just now, he is infatuated with the Governor's niece, and has a quarrel with every one who looks at her," observed Constable. "And, on that score," (smiling) "he has fair ground for being a trifle touchy with you."
Parkington laughed, and accepted the charge. It was just as well, if he could direct attention to Miss Stirling, while he was making his way with Judith.
A little later, Miss Marbury chanced upon him, seemingly by accident—in fact, by intention—as he was passing to the card-room on the lower floor, and, presently, they were strolling back and forth in the rose-walk.