"And I want you to be civil to them--"
"Tea and cake? All right. But you haven't told me how you are going down
to Richmond."
"Yes, I have. I'm going down by train, most likely."
"Oh, by train. I suppose I ought to accept Lord Denysfort's invitation."
"What's the good of driving at this time of year?" he asked. "It will be
pitch dark."
"There will be a full moon, they say."
"You won't see it because of the fog. In fact, the whole thing is a
mistake. The dinner should have been given in London."
"Oh, I think it will be great fun dining at a half-deserted hotel--it
will be ghostly--and I'm going out on the terrace, if it is as black as
midnight."
"And what are you going to do with your gallant warrior--with the
furious fire-eater who wanted to bring my humble career to a premature
end?"
"I don't know who you mean," said the voice, but with no great decision.
"You don't remember saving my life, then?" he asked. "Have you forgotten
the duel that was to have been fought before I went to Scotland, and how
you stepped in to protect me? If it hadn't been for you, I might have
fallen on the gory field of battle--"
"It's all very well for you to mock," said she, "but there's nothing
that young man wouldn't do for my sake; and I don't see anything to
laugh at in true esteem and affection.
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