"I have been looking for you everywhere, my dear," he said to Una.
"Marshal Beresford is anxious to pay you his respects before he
leaves, and you have been so hedged about by gallants all the
evening that it's devil a chance he's had of approaching you."
There was a certain constraint in his voice, for a man may not
recover instantly from such feelings as those which had fetched him
hot-foot down that path at sight of those two figures sitting so
close and intimate, the young man's arm so proprietorialy about the
lady's shoulders - as it seemed.
Lady O'Moy sprang up at once, with a little silvery laugh that
was singularly care-free; for had not Tremayne lifted the burden
entirely from her shoulders?
"You should have married a dowd," she mocked him. "Then you'd
have found her more easily accessible."
"Instead of finding her dallying in the moonlight with my secretary,"
he rallied back between good and ill humour. And he turned to
Tremayne: "Damned indiscreet of you, Ned," he added more severely.
"Suppose you had been seen by any of the scandalmongering old wives
of the garrison? A nice thing for Una and a nice thing for me,
begad, to be made the subject of fly-blown talk over the tea-cups.
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