rd. "I feel snubbed, of course,
but I wasn't really keen on having him for a husband, even temporarily."

Mr. Pennefather looked at her with shocked surprise. A deep flush spread
slowly over his face. His eyes blazed with righteous indignation.

"Woman----" he began.

"If you don't mind," said Priscilla, "I think we'll call you Barnabas.
It's rather long, of course, and solemn. The natural thing would be to
shorten it down to Barny, but that wouldn't suit you a bit. The rain's
over now. I think I'll go down and bail out the _Tortoise_. Then we'll
all start You people can be taking down the tent that's standing, and
folding up the other one."

"Where are we going to?" said Mr. Pennefather.

"To a sanctuary," said Miss Rutherford, "an inviolable sanctuary.
Priscilla has that written down on the cover of a jam pot, so there's no
use arguing about it."

"She says we'll be safe," said Lady Isabel.

"I refuse to move," said Mr. Pennefather, "until I know where I'm going
and why."

"You talk to him, Cousin Frank," said Priscilla. "I see Jimmy Kinsella
coming round the corner in his boat and I really must bail out the
_Tortoise_."

"If you don't move out of this pretty quick," said Frank to Mr.
Pennefather, "Lord Torrington will have you to a dead cert."

"'And fast before her father's men," said Miss Rutherford, "'three days
we fled together. And should they find us in this glen----'"

"Oh, Barnabas," said Lady Isabel, who knew Campbell's poem and
anticipated the end of the quotation, "Oh, Barnabas, let's go, anywhere,
anywhere."

"I never saw any man," said Frank, "in such a wax as Lord Torrington."

"I haven't met him myself," said Miss Rutherford, "but I expect that
when he begins to speak he'll shock you even worse than I did."

"We don't mind Father," said Lady Isabel. "It's Mother."

"They're both on your track," said Frank.

Mr. Pennefather looked from one to another of the group around him. Then
he turned slowly on his heel and began to roll up his tent. Lady Isabel
and Miss Rutherford set to work to pack the camp equipage. Frank took
off his coat and wrung the water out of it. Then he spread it on the
ground and looked at it It was the coat worn by members of the First
Eleven. He had won his right to it when he caught out the Uppingham
captain in the long field. Now such triumphs and glories seemed
incredibly remote. The voices of Priscilla and Jimmy Kinsella reached
him from the shore. They were a