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"Adieu, Sir Tilton," said Vaura; "breathe a prayer to Neptune that our
wardrobe is complete without day or night caps."
"_Bon voyage_; shall be at Haughton Hall to welcome you;" and, lifting
his hat, he was again left to his own devices, while Vaura, taking the
arm of Mr. Roland Douglas, went aboard the boat.
"Who is your handy little man. Vaura?" asked he.
"Sir Tilton Everly."
"Of where?"
"Of everywhere, my dear boy."
"Might be going there now, judging from the way he is tearing up the
street."
"Perhaps he is on a mad tear after Mrs. Haughton."
"It's all very well, Vaura, to try, now the dear little fellow is
away, to shunt him off on to Mrs. Haughton, he's not on a mad tear
after them; you mow 'em down, tares and wheat, together."
"I feel quite agricultural," said Vaura, laughing, as they joined Lady
Esmondet, who was talking to a Government _attache_, from London. "Mr.
Douglas calls me a mowing machine."
Here, Mr. Bertram came forward to shake hands with Vaura.
"I was beginning to think you would not cross to-day, Vaura," said
Lady Esmondet.


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