"Fitzgerald?" exclaimed Hugo, his voice betraying the excitement he felt. "Tell him I will be with him at once."
He entered the drawing-room, and Fitzgerald arose from a sofa on which he had seated himself.
"Ah! Fitzgerald!" said Hugo, with assumed indifference.
"Yes, it is I. I have—"
"Hush! I am about to take a walk about the place. You can join me, and whatever you have to say, you can say more freely as we walk."
"Very well, sir; it is immaterial to me."
Hugo took his hat, and the two sauntered along the broad walk till they reached a point at some distance from the mansion.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, what have you got to tell me?" asked Hugo eagerly.
"The boy won't trouble you any more," answered Fitzgerald, sententiously.
"You mean—the circus rider?"