“Have I? I shan’t be so any longer—in your company. Since you don’t seem to care for mine, no doubt you’ll be pleased at my taking leave of you. I presume you can find the way home without me? You’ve only to keep up this wood-road. It’ll bring you to the park-gate.”
“You needn’t concern yourself about me,” haughtily rejoined the daughter of Sir George. “I fancy I can find my way home without any assistance from my gallant cousin Scudamore.”
The provoking irony of this last speech brought the dialogue to an end.
Irritated by it, the young sportsman turned his back upon his pretty partner, and whistling to his spaniel, broke abruptly away, soon disappearing behind a clump of copse wood.
Chapter Forty Six.
A Recreant Sportsman.
“I owe you an apology, Miss Vernon,” said Maynard, coming out from under the hollies.
“For what?” asked the young girl, startled by his sudden appearance, but in an instant becoming calm.