He bore her ladyship's hand to his lips with perfunctory courtesy, then insisted upon her resuming her chair.

Then he bowed--ever with that mixture of stiffness and deference--to Miss Armytage upon her being presented to him by the adjutant.
"Do not suffer me to disturb you," he begged them.

"Sit down, O'Moy.

I am not pressed, and I shall be monstrous glad of a few moments' rest.
You are very pleasant here," and he looked about the luxuriant garden with approving eyes.
Sir Terence placed the hospitality of his table at his lordship's disposal.

But the latter declined graciously.
"A glass of wine and water, if you will.