"Yes, he is certain to follow you," he said. "Black Care rides behind the horseman, but this man will stick closer than your own shadow."
"We'll see," I muttered.
He offered me his hand, pressing mine firmly.
"You know Miss Warren is here?" he asked, cautiously.
"I am seeking her," said I.
"She walked to the hill, yonder, with Lady Shelton, after the last race," he said, pointing with his whip to a wooded knoll which I could just see rising behind the paddocks.
"Dunmore is searching everywhere for her," he added, significantly.
So we parted, I warm with gratitude, he quietly cordial, yet still wearing that singular smile which I could not quite understand.
As for pity, I had none for him, nor did I believe his sorrow could be very profound over his dismissal by Silver Heels. But then I knew nothing of such matters, having never been in love. As for the gentleman-god who had turned Silver Heels's silly head, I meant to deal with him the instant he made his appearance.
Mount, tired of cropping the herbage under his tree, rejoined me fretfully, demanding to know why I had not accepted the invitation to refreshment; and I told him quite plainly that I had no intention to further test his sobriety, in view of the work we had before us.