He gave a great exclamation to see her at his feet, and raised her sharply.
"This should be to my Lord Lyndwood," he said wildly, "but you can have no cause to kneel to me."
She crouched away from him on the seat where he placed her and buried her face in her hands.
"You do not understand," she gasped. "I would not have believed this."
"Nor I, madam," he answered. "That a man like my lord should be your choice!"
She raised her distorted face and struggled with sobs, pressing her hands to her eyes. Sir Francis watched her for a moment.
"Shall I see you back to the house?" he asked in a restrained voice.
Miss Boyle shuddered into a sudden calm.
"I would thank you to leave me."
"Good-night, then, madam."