Damn that fellow Lessingham! It is all
his fault!"
Without the slightest warning he brought down his hunting crop upon
his horse's flanks. The mare gave one great plunge, and he was off,
riding at a furious gallop. Philippa watched him with immense
relief, In the far distance she could see two little specks growing
larger and larger. She hurried on towards them.
"Whatever did you do to Captain Griffiths, Mummy?" Nora demanded.
"Why he passed us without looking down, galloping like a madman,
and his face looked--well, what did it look like, Helen?"
Helen was gazing uneasily along the sands.
"Like a man riding for his enemy," she declared.
CHAPTER XXVII
Philippa and Helen looked at one another a little dolefully across
the luncheon table.
"I supposes one misses the child," Helen said.
"I feel too depressed for words," Philippa admitted.
"A few days ago," Helen reminded her companion, "we were getting
all the excitement that was good for any one."
"And a little more," Philippa agreed. "I don't know why things seem
so flat now. We really ought to be glad that nothing terrible has
happened."
"What with Henry and Mr. Lessingham both away," Helen continued,
"and Captain Griffiths not coming near the place, we really have
reverted to the normal, haven't we? I wonder--if Mr. Lessingham
has gone back.
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