"Dismal, eh?" said the visitor, glancing round, and then out of the
window. "Races."

"Humph!" ejaculated the baronet. "Yes; I heard they were to-day."

"You heard? Aren't you coming?"

"No, no. I've dropped all that sort of thing now."

"Oh, yes, I forgot; and my manners, too. How is her ladyship?"

"Oh, well--very well, Jack," said Sir Hilton, in a mournful way.

"That's right, old chap. Well, trot her out."

Sir Hilton frowned.

"I beg your pardon, old man. Presuming on old brotherly acquaintance.
I shall be glad to see her, though."

"Of course, my dear boy; but the fact is, she is out."

"She is? Hang it all, then, I've come at the right time. Have a day
off with me at Tilborough, and we'll dine afterwards at the hotel. We
can get a snack of something."

"No, no; you misunderstand me. My wife is only having a morning drive
in the pony chaise. A little business in the village."

"Oh, I see; Lady Bountiful--district visiting--buying curtsies of the
old women, and that sort of thing."

"Yes--er--exactly."

"Ah! I've heard that Lady Lisle does a deal in that way. Takes the
chair at charity meetings, eh? Primrose Dame, too?"

"Who told you that?"

"Told me? Let's see. Oh, it was Lady Tilborough."

The conversation ceased for a minute or two while Jane entered with a
tray, busied herself, and then departed, leaving the visitor quite ready
to show that his eight o'clock breakfast was a thing of the past.

"I say, though," he exclaimed, with his mouth half full, "I didn't mean
this. I've left my horse hitched on to the gate."

Sir Hilton rose, stepped to the window, and returned.

"Not there. Mark would see to it, of course, and give it a feed in the
stables."

"That's all right, then. Yes, Lady Tilborough was talking about you the
other day."

"Was she? What did she say?"

"Oh, not much. Only that it was a pity you had given up hunting and the
Turf."

The baronet sighed--almost groaned. "Anything else?"

"Well--er--no-o-o-o. Oh, yes; a little bit of badinage."

"Eh? What about? Nothing spiteful? No, she wouldn't. She's a dear
good creature, bless her!"

"Good boy! So she is--bless her!"

"Ah! I once thought when the old man died, that--"

"Oh, did you? Well, you didn't, and you've married well enough to
satisfy any man."

Sir Hilton sighed, and his visitor looked at him out of the corner of
his eye.

"Come, old man, you don't seem to care for your