He had made fun of another letter of good advice, received without a signature.

"But Mrs.Lewson must have her way," he said.

"My love to the old dear--I'll start two hours later, and be back to dinner at five." "Where did Mr.Arthur give you that message ?" Iris inquired.
"At the stables, Miss, while I was putting up the horse.

The men about were all on the broad grin when they heard Mr.Arthur's message." Still in a morbid state of mind, Iris silently regretted that the message had not been written, instead of being delivered by word of mouth.

Here, again, she (like the wild lord) had been afraid of listeners.
The hours wore slowly on until it was past four o'clock.