My lord's eyes were on O'Hara, pleading. Reluctantly the Irishman came forward.
"'Tis only fair to tell you, Richard, that I can't see eye to eye with Andrew, here. However, I'm not denying that I think a good deal better of ye now than I did--seven years ago."
"I wish--oh, how I wish you had voiced them!"
O'Hara raised his eyebrows, and there fell a little silence. His Grace of Andover broke it, coming forward in his inimitable way. He looked round the room at each member of the company.
"One, two, three--four, five--" he counted. "Andrew, tell them to lay covers for five in the dining-room."
"Aren't you staying?" asked his brother, surprised.
For a moment O'Hara's mouth twitched, and then he burst out laughing. Everyone looked at him inquiringly.
"Ecod!" he gasped. "Oh, sink me an I ever came across a more amusing villain! 'Lay covers for five!' Oh, damme!"
"Or should I have said six?" continued his Grace imperturbably. "Am I not to have the honour of Mr. Beauleigh's company?"
"No, ye are not! He was content to let me manage the business, and went back to Littledean."
"I am sorry," bowed his Grace, and turned to my lord, who, with his arm about Diana's waist, was watching him arrogantly.
"I see how the land lies," he remarked. "I congratulate you, John. I cannot help wishing that I had finished you that day in the road. Permit me to say that you fence rather creditably."
"Of course," continued his Grace smoothly, "you also wish you had disposed of me. I sympathise. But, however much you may inwardly despise and loathe me, you cannot show it--unless you choose to make yourself and me the talk of town--not forgetting Mistress Diana. Also I abhor bad tragedy. So I trust you will remain here to-night as my guest--er, Andrew, pray do not omit to order bed-chambers to be prepared--Afterwards you need never come near me again--in fact, I hope that you will not."
My lord could not entirely repress a smile.
"I thank your Grace for your hospitality, which I fear," he glanced down at Diana's tired face, "I shall be compelled to accept. As to the rest--I agree. Like you, I dislike bad tragedy."
"You are all so stiff!" she said _I_ shall go to bed!"
"I will take you to the stairs then," said Jack promptly, and led her forward.