He gave a start, for sitting at the table were Sir Thomas and Lady
Bolivick and their daughter Lorna. Sitting beside the latter was
Springfield.
'Does not that suggest the answer?'
His face never moved a muscle, and he looked at them as though he were but little interested.
'If ever a man had the appearance of a successful lover,' I went on, 'Springfield has. There, do you see how he is looking at her? Do you see how his every action suggests proprietorship? Then watch her face, see how she smiles at him. It would seem, too, as though her father and mother are very pleased.'
He continued to look at them for several seconds, then he said quite casually, 'They have no idea we are here.'
'No, evidently not. But I think I will go and speak to them.'
'Don't, Luscombe,' and he spoke quickly; 'it will be better not. I don't want that man to know where I am.'
'You are convinced that I was right about him, then?'
'I am convinced there will be a battle royal between me and that man,' he said, and there was a far-away look in his eyes. 'Perhaps—perhaps—I don't know,—the ways of Providence are strange. There is going to be a terrible fight; I can see it coming.'
'What, between you and Springfield?'