'Of course. That is, I told the groom to do it.'
Mr. Falkirk smiled and then laughed, or came as near to laughing as he often did.
'So you wouldn't ask him into the house? But did you see anybody else in your yesterday's expedition, my dear?'
She glanced up at him, evidently growing restive under this cross-questioning.
'I saw Mr. Nightingale.'
'Nightingale!' echoed Mr. Falkirk. 'Where did you see Mr.
Nightingale, Miss Kennedy?'
'In the woods.'
'And what the——. My dear, what were you doing in the woods?'
'Won't you finish your first sentence first, sir? I like to take things in order.'
Mr. Falkirk's brows drew together; he looked down and then looked up, awaiting his answer.