He faced them impatiently.
"I am on business of mine own."
Both tone and situation were so unusual for Lyndwood that a laugh ran round the group.
"Hast fallen lovesick at last, my lord?"
"Nay, he only is trying to cast a spell that he may retrieve his late ill-luck with the cards!"
"Ah, enough of your fooleries, Sandys!" The Earl tried to turn away from them.
"By Gad, there is something mysterious in this," the other was still laughing, not guessing my lord's mood. "What is the adventure?"
"At least I am in no humour for any other to-night," was the swift answer. It added to the Earl's unreasonable anger that not one of them recollected or cared that my lady was buried in the church behind them. "Stand aside, sirs," he added abruptly, for they, good-humouredly, were closing round him.
At this they laughed again, and Lord Sandys, who had been in Villiers Street, caught sight of the flowers my lord held.