"About time, I fancy," said Hargate, looking at his watch an hour later, "that we were going in to dress for dinner."
His lordship, made no reply. He was wrapped in thought.
"Let's see, that's twenty pounds you owe me, isn't it?" continued Hargate. "Shocking bad luck you had!"
They went out into the rose-garden.
"Jolly everything smells after the rain," said Hargate, who seemed to have struck a conversational patch. "Freshened everything up."
His lordship did not appear to have noticed it. He seemed to be thinking of something else. His air was pensive and abstracted.
"There's just time," said Hargate, looking at his watch again, "for a short stroll. I want to have a talk with you."
"Oh!" said Lord Dreever.
His air did not belie his feelings. He looked pensive, and was pensive. It was deuced awkward, this twenty pounds business.
Hargate was watching him covertly. It was his business to know other people's business, and he knew that Lord Dreever was impecunious, and depended for supplies entirely on a prehensile uncle. For the success of the proposal he was about to make, he depended on this fact.
"Who's this man Pitt?" asked Hargate.
