"
"Lord Dennisford!"
I turned to look at my companion. He had repeated the name very softly,
yet with a peculiar intonation, which made me at once aware that the name
was of interest to him.
"Yes! Do you know him?" I asked inanely.
"Is his wife here?" he asked.
"Lady Dennisford is seldom away," I answered. "She entertains a good deal
down here. A very popular woman in the county."
He seemed to be measuring the distance across the park with his eyes.
"Let us go across and see her," he said.
I looked at him doubtfully.
"Can you walk as far?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Yes! I have my stick, and, if necessary, you can help me!"
So we set out across the park. I asked him no questions. He told me
nothing. But when we had crossed the road, and were on our way up the
avenue to Dennisford House, he clutched at my arm.
"I want to see her--alone," he muttered.
"I will see what I can do," I answered. "Lady Dennisford and I are old
friends."
We reached the great sweep in front of the house. I pointed to the
terrace, on which were several wicker chairs.
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