He walked across the paddock moving swiftly while Fenella struggled to keep up with him.
They found their phaeton and drove in silence towards Lord Farquhar’s house which was only half a mile away from the race-course.
Just before they turned in at the drive, Fenella said miserably “I am sorry, Periquine, about — the duel.”
“Sorry!” he ejaculated sharply. “So you should be! You have encouraged Waringham to make a cake of himself from the very first ! “
“I — did not — mean — to do so,” Fenella protested.
She saw by the expression on Lord Corbury’s face that he was incensed with her.
She would have pleaded with him, but at that moment he drew up the horses outside the front door of Lord Farquhar’s residence.
She alighted and the servants removed their valises from beneath the phaeton.
