“It is Harry Netterville's business to defend me,” cried Rose.
“But I understand the man,” rejoined Walter. “Besides, I have still an account to settle with him. Leave him to me.”
“Yes; Mr. Liddel will manage him best,” said Mrs Hartley. “But I'll go and bring in tea; a cup will do us all good after this bother.”
As the good dame had foreseen, the pleasant beverage soon produced a tranquillising effect, and enabled them to spend an hour or two in cheerful converse.
Walter then thought it time to go back to Mr. Tankard's, but offered to stay and take charge of them if they felt at all afraid. Mrs. Hartley said she expected her husband every minute, and he would bring them to the party.
“In that case, you can dispense with me,” said Walter. “We shall meet again before long, and then you'll find me completely transmogrified.”
“I am sorry to hear it,” said Rose; “I like you very well as you are.”
Walter laughed, and set out, taking with him his parcel of purchases.