They had walked along the terrace, past the modern mansion and beneath the ruin of the old castle, Amy thinking it best that they should be out of danger of being overheard by servants who might be near any of the upper windows above the terrace.
Lionel Hammerton, who had ridden in from an opposite direction, saw the two figures, and, leaving his horse in the stable, walked round the back of the house to the ruin. The speakers had not noticed him; and as he approached behind an angle of the ruin he was startled by Amy speaking in an angry voice, and her brother answering with threats. He crept within the shadowy wall, beneath a clump of ivy, and listened. Perhaps Amy might require his help.
“By whatever means you may deem best you must help me out of this difficulty,” said the brother.
“It would certainly be more becoming to speak respectfully, and leave musts and threats out of the question until I have time for consideration.”
“There is no need for consideration. Yes or No: it is easily said.”
“Suppose I say, No?”
“Then I go straight to that fool, your husband——”
“Sir!” said Amy, “this is an outrage!”
“Call it what you please—I go straight to Lord Verner, and tell him of your love for his brother.”
“But what will that avail you now? It is an old story, and I am married.”