"Not at all. You're not to worry. Lady Turnour behaved like a cad, as
usual, but what can you expect? Sir Samuel did the best he could. He
would have liked to wait, but if he'd insisted she would have had
hysterics."
"How came there to be a carriage here?" I asked the guide.
"The gentleman paid three young men who had driven up in it a good sum
to get it for himself," he explained, "and they are walking down. They
are of Germany."
"Was it a long time?" I went on. "Oh, it _must_ have been. It's nearly
dark now, except for the moonlight."
"It is perhaps an hour altogether since mademoiselle separated herself
from the others," the guide admitted. "But they have been gone for more
than half that time. They did not delay long, after the little dispute
with monsieur about the car."
"Oh, there was a dispute!" I caught him up, wheeling upon the chauffeur.
"You _must_ tell me."
"It was nothing much," he said, still very kindly, "and it was her
ladyship's fault, of course. If you were plain and elderly she'd have
more patience; but as it is, you've seen how quick she is to scold; so,
of course, she was angry when she'd finished her grog and you didn't
turn up.
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