Then the Scroopes went away, having arranged for me to lunch with them on the morrow, an invitation that I hastily accepted, though I heard Lady Ragnall mutter—­“Mean!” beneath her breath.  With them departed the canon and his wife and the curate, being, as they said, “early birds with duties to perform.”  After this Lady Ragnall paid me out by going to bed, having instructed Moxley to show us to the smoking room, “where,” she whispered as she said good night, “I hope you will enjoy yourself.”

Over the rest of the night I draw a veil.  For a solid hour and three-quarters did I sit in that room between this dreadful pair, being alternately questioned and lectured.  At length I could stand it no longer and while pretending to help myself to whiskey and soda, slipped through the door and fled upstairs.

I arrived late to breakfast purposely and found that I was wise, for Lady Ragnall was absent upstairs, recovering from “a headache.”  Mr. A.-Smith was also suffering from a headache downstairs, the result of champagne, port and whisky mixed, and all his family seemed to have pains in their tempers.  Having ascertained that they were going to the church in the park, I departed to one two miles away and thence walked straight on to the Scroopes’ where I had a very pleasant time, remaining till five in the afternoon.  I returned to tea at the Castle where I found Lady Ragnall so cross that I went to church again, to the six o’clock service this time, only getting back in time to dress for dinner.  Here I was paid out for I had to take in Mrs. Atterby-Smith.  Oh! what a meal was that.  We sat for the most part in solemn silence broken only by requests to pass the salt.  I observed with satisfaction, however, that things were growing lively at the other end of the table where A.-Smith pere was drinking a good deal too much wine.  At last I heard him say,

“We had hoped to spend a few days with you, my dear Luna.  But as you tell us that your engagements make this impossible”—­and he paused to drink some port, whereon Lady Ragnall remarked inconsequently,

“I assure you the ten o’clock train is far the best and I have ordered the carriage at half-past nine, which is not very early.”

“As your engagements make this impossible,” he repeated, “we would ask for the opportunity of a little family conclave with you to-night.”

Here all of them turned and glowered at me.

“Certainly,” said Lady Ragnall, “’the sooner ’tis over the sooner to sleep.’  Mr. Quatermain, I am sure, will excuse us, will you not?  I have had the museum lit up for you, Mr. Quatermain.  You may find some Egyptian things there that will interest you.”

“Oh, with pleasure!” I murmured, and fled away.