"Jenny's a very sensible girl," observed Lord Talgarth. "And what she says is quite right."
"Do you mean to say—" began Archie.
The old man frowned round at him.
"All that I've said holds good," he said.
"Frank's made his bed and he must lie on it. I warned him. And Jenny sees that, too."
Archie glanced at the girl, and Dick looked hard at her, straight into her face. But there was absolutely no sign there of any perturbation. Certainly she looked white in the falling dusk, but her eyes were merry and steadfast, and her voice perfectly natural.
"That's how we've settled it," she said. "And if I'm satisfied, I imagine everyone else ought to be. And I'm going to write Frank a good long letter all by myself. Come along, father, we must be going. Lord Talgarth isn't well, and we mustn't keep him up."
(IV)
When the last game of billiards had been played, and whisky had been drunk, and Archie had taken up his candle, Dick stood still, with his own in his hand.
"Aren't you coming?" said Archie.