Talk to me, and I shall forget it.' Wallace, who had had his eyes about him when she and Eustace Kendal emerged from the wood in view of the rest of the party, was restless and ill at ease, but there was no getting any information, even by a gesture, from Kendal, who sat in his corner diligently watching the moonlight on the flying fields, or making every now and then some disjointed attempts at conversation with Mrs.Stuart.
At the station Miss Bretherton's carriage was waiting; the party of gentlemen saw her and Mrs.Stuart, who insisted on taking her home, into it; the pale, smiling face bent forward; she waved her hand in response to the lifted hats, and she was gone.
'Well ?' said Wallace, with a world of inquiry in his voice, as he and Kendal turned eastward.
'It has been an unfortunate business,' said Kendal abruptly.

'I never did a thing worse, I think, or spent a more painful half-hour.' Wallace's face fell.

'I wish I hadn't bored you with my confounded affairs,' he exclaimed.

'It was too bad!' Kendal was inclined to agree inwardly, for he was in a state of irritable reaction; but he had the justice to add aloud, 'It was I who was the fool to undertake it.

And I think, indeed, it could have been done, but that circumstances, which neither you nor I had weighed sufficiently, were against it.