Camilla began talking to him. Her face was so bright and her eyes looked at him so frankly that he could not resist her; he talked too, answered her questions and laughed. Where had he been? In the garden? What a story! Why, she'd looked for him in the garden and couldn't find him. Oh no, he hadn't been in the garden.
"Was he in the garden, Victoria?" she asked.
Victoria answered:
"No, I didn't see him."
The Lieutenant threw her a glance of annoyance, and to give his fiancé a lesson he called over to the Laird in a needlessly loud voice:
"Didn't you say you'd let me join your shoot?"
"Yes, of course," answered the Laird. "You're welcome."
The Lieutenant looked at Victoria. She said nothing and sat as before, making no attempt to keep him from joining the Laird's shooting party. His face clouded over more and more, he pulled nervously at his mustache.
Camilla addressed another question to Victoria.
Then the Lieutenant rose hastily and said to the Laird: