Archie's face froze ever so slightly. (It will be remembered that Jack Kirkby considered him pompous.)
"You must do it your own way," he said.
"Sorry, old man," said Dick. "Didn't mean to be rude."
Archie straightened himself from the chair-back.
"It's all rather surprising," he said. "It never entered my head. I must think about it. Good-night. Put the lights out when you come."
"Archie, old man, are you annoyed?"
"No, no; that's all right," said Archie.
And really and truly that was all that passed between these two that night on the subject of Jenny—so reposeful were they.
(II)
There was a glorious breeze blowing over the hills as Jenny rode slowly up about noon next day. The country is a curious mixture—miles of moor, as desolate and simple and beautiful as moors can be, and by glimpses, now and then in the valleys between, of entirely civilized villages, with even a town or two here and there, prick-up spires and roofs; and, even more ominous, in this direction and that, lie patches of smoke about the great chimneys.