'Mr. May, Captain Lancaster, Dr. Singleton,'—Hazel named over sundry names that were unknown to Mr. Falkirk.
'He's a bold man!' said Mr. Falkirk, probably not referring to any member of the club aforesaid. 'I wonder at his impudence. But, my dear!—a four-in-hand party, and Greenbush at night,— that was no sort of place for you to be! Do you know how these parties come home, who go out so bravely?'
'I knew pretty well, sir, how my party would,' said his ward.
'No you didn't. How should you know anything about it? The young mouse in the fable thought the cat was a very fine gentleman. Con—found him!' said Mr. Falkirk, stopping short, 'how did he know? Was he at the garden party at the Governor's?'
'No, sir.'
'Then how did he know where you were?'
'Mr. Rollo seems to be a man who gives close attention to his duties,'—rather dryly.
'I was the proper person to be applied to,' muttered Mr.
Falkirk. 'I should like to be informed how this came about?'
But Miss Hazel not giving—as indeed she was in no position to give—any light on this point, Mr. Falkirk walked a little more, and then brought up with:
'Don't go again, my dear.'