“How can I thank you?” said Lindsay, turning to the stranger. “Let me have your name and address. By Jove! I must do something to express our gratitude.”
“I stop twenty horses a day in the fields at home, and wickeder brutes than that, so don’t say one word.” And ere Lindsay could interpose the other had mingled with the crowd.
“Did you see him?” asked Percival of Pommery.
“Who?”
“The young fellow who rescued Miss Lindsay.”
“Not particularly.”
“Why, it’s our Irishman.”
“So it is. I’m awfully sorry not to have spoken to him. What a fellow he is, to be sure!”
Eugene Percival, amongst other invitations, received a card for a dinner-party at the Lindsays’ for the following Tuesday.