“Bruce Evelin wants you to marry Beatrice.”
“He hasn’t told you so?”
“No, except by taking the trouble to force you to work.”
Daventry stood still.
“I’m going to ask her—almost directly.”
“Come on, Guy, or we shall have all the blackbirds round us. Look over there.”
Not far off, among the trees, two slinking and sinister shadows of men seemed to be intent upon them.
“Isn’t it incredible to practise the profession of a blackmailer out of doors on a night like this?” said Dion. “D’you remember when we were in the night train coming from Burstal? You had a feather that night.”
“Damn it! Why rake up—?”
“And I said how wonderful it would be if some day I were married to Rosamund.”