Austin looked about him:
"My dear chap, no more do I," he said, in an alarmed whisper. "He's a much overrated man."
"I never overrated him myself," said Goby, sagely. "Look here, Austin. You know, of course, that I'm married to Penelope?"
"Of course," said Austin. "And you know that I am?"
"We'll quarrel about nothing now. To-morrow we'll look for her. Ridley, the bishop's butler, told me Bradstock and the bishop were going to Spilsby to-morrow. I gave him a sovereign."
"So did I," said Austin. "Let's go in to dinner. I'm glad we are friends, Plantagenet."
"So am I, old chap," said Goby.
At a near table to them were Rivaulx and Gordon. Farther off Plant was with Carteret Williams. Plant regretted that Bramber wasn't there. Williams sighed for the artistic company of the delirious Carew. Not one look of envy or hatred or malice passed between any of them.
"Marquis," said Gordon, gloomily, "will you come to-morrow with me to find my—I mean, Penelope?"
"I will, my dear Gordon," replied the marquis. "To Spilsby."