No, sir! He shall hear from me--or my
attorney."
"He told us to tell you, sir, that if he ever caught anybody from this
place on his land he'd serve him worse than he did us," said Tompkins.
"He says, 'I don't want no Bazelhursts on my place,'" added James in
finality.
"Go to bed, both of you!" roared his lordship.
"Very good, sir," in unison.
"They can get to bed without your help, I daresay, Pen," added his
lordship caustically, as she started away with them. Penelope with a
rare blush and--well, one party went to luncheon while the other went
to bed.
"I should like to see this terrible Mr. Shaw," observed Penelope at
table. "He's a sort of Jack-the-Giant-Killer, I fancy."
"He is the sort one _has_ to meet in America," lamented her ladyship.
"Oh, I say now," expostulated the New York young man, wryly.
"I don't mean in good society," she corrected, with unconscious irony.
"Oh," said he, very much relieved.
"He's a demmed cad," Said his lordship conclusively.
"Because he chucked your men into the river?" asked Penelope sweetly.
"She's dooced pretty, eh?" whispered the duke to Mrs. De Peyton
without taking his eyes from his young countrywoman's face.
"Who?" asked Mrs. De Peyton. Then he relinquished his gaze and turned
his monocle blankly upon the American beside him.
"I shall send him a warning that he'll have to respect, cad or no
cad," said Bazelhurst, absently spreading butter upon his fingers
instead of the roll.
"_Send_ him a warning?" asked his queenly wife.
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