Have you ?" "I have smelt him," answered Sir Patrick, "ever since I have been in the summer-house.

There is a detestable taint of tobacco in the air--suggestive (disagreeably suggestive to _my_ mind) of your friend, Mr.Delamayn." Arnold laughed, and stepped outside the summer-house.
"If you are right, Sir Patrick, we will find him at once." He looked around, and shouted, "Geoffrey!" A voice from the rose-garden shouted back, "Hullo!" "You're wanted.

Come here!" Geoffrey appeared, sauntering doggedly, with his pipe in his mouth, and his hands in his pockets.
"Who wants me ?" "A groom--from your brother." That answer appeared to electrify the lounging and lazy athlete.
Geoffrey hurried, with eager steps, to the summer-house.

He addressed the groom before the man had time to speak With horror and dismay in his face, he exclaimed: "By Jupiter! Ratcatcher has relapsed!" Sir Patrick and Arnold looked at each other in blank amazement.
"The best horse in my brother's stables!" cried Geoffrey, explaining, and appealing to them, in a breath.

"I left written directions with the coachman, I measured out his physic for three days; I bled him," said Geoffrey, in a voice broken by emotion--"I bled him myself, last night." "I beg your pardon, Sir--" began the groom.
"What's the use of begging my pardon?
You're a pack of infernal fools! Where's your horse?
I'll ride back, and break every bone in the coachman's skin! Where's your horse ?" "If you please, Sir, it isn't Ratcatcher.