It was Lord Corbury who first saw Fenella emerge from the bushes to stand there irresolute and uncertain.
“Good God!” he exclaimed. “What are you doing here, Fenella?”
To Fenella’s consternation everyone turned their heads in her direction, and she knew by the expression in Sir Nicolas’s face that he very much disapproved of her presence.
“I had to — see what — happened,” she murmured in a low voice.
“What with Drury Lane Dramatics and a crowd of spectators we might as well be in Piccadilly,” Lord Corbury remarked in disgust.
And then suddenly his sense of humour asserted itself.
“Blast it! but this is the most ridiculous duel in which I have ever taken part,” he said and began to laugh.
Just for a moment it seemed as if Sir Nicolas’s stiff attitude would not allow him to relax. The
