The barrister signed to the groom to wait, and joined the young couple, who now appeared in the roadway. A haggard, dishevelled, and furious man burst through the avenue hedge and ran across the drive.
“Mrs. Crowe,” he almost screamed, “do you see those two men there?”
“Yes, sir.”
The good woman was startled by her master’s sudden appearance and his excited state.
“They are never to be admitted to the grounds again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Capella turned to rush away up the avenue, but he was compelled to limp. Mrs. Crowe watched him wonderingly, and tried to piece together in her mind the queer sounds and occurrences of the last two minutes.
She had not long been in the cottage when the butler arrived.
“You let two gentlemen in a while ago?” he said.
“I did.”