Of course he should have spoken of the
diamonds first; but the other matter had obtruded itself upon him, and he
was puzzled. "Is Mr. Greystock to accompany you into Scotland?" he asked.
"Oh dear, no. I go on the 30th of this month. I hardly know when he means
to be there."
"He follows you to Portray?"
"Yes; he follows me of course. 'The king himself has followed her, when
she has gone before.'" Lord Fawn did not remember the quotation, and was
more puzzled than ever. "Frank will follow me, just as the other shooting
men will follow me."
"He goes direct to Portray Castle?"
"Neither directly nor indirectly. Just at present, Lord Fawn I am in no
mood to entertain guests--not even one that I love so well as my cousin
Frank. The Portray mountains are somewhat extensive, and at the back of
them there is a little shooting-lodge."
"Oh, indeed," said Lord Fawn, feeling that he had better dash at once at
"If you, my lord, could manage to join us for a day, my cousin and his
friend would, I am sure, come over to the castle, so that you should not
suffer from being left alone with me and Miss Macnulty.