"Nothing more?"
"That the eldest Miss Danton is hopelessly and helplessly in love with him, and that it is rather a pity. Rose would suit him better."
"Ah! sagacious as usual, Grace. Who knows but the Hon. Reginald thinks so too. Where is our dark Scotchman to-night?"
"Sir Ronald? Gone to Montreal."
"Is he coming back?"
"I don't know. Very likely. If it were to murder Mr. Stanford he would come back with pleasure."
"He is a little jealous, then?"
"Just a little. There is the Captain calling you. Go."
They went over. Captain Danton whirled round and came to a halt at sight of them.
"Here, Frank," he said; "I'm getting tired of this. Take my skates, and let us see what you are capable of on ice."