So long, me lord," and he set his foot
on the treadle.
Mount Dunstan rose, feeling rather awkward. The point seemed somewhat
difficult to contend.
"It is not a joke," he said, conscious that he spoke rather stiffly.
"Little Willie's not quite as easy as he looks," was the cryptic remark
of Mr. Selden.
Mount Dunstan lost his rather easily lost temper, which happened to be
the best thing he could have done under the circumstances.
"Damn it," he burst out. "I'm not such a fool as I evidently look. A
nice ass I should be to play an idiot joke like that. I'm speaking the
truth. Go if you like--and be hanged."
Selden's attention was arrested. The fellow was in earnest. The place
was his. He must be the earl chap he had heard spoken of at the wayside
public house he had stopped at for a pot of beer. He dismounted from his
bicycle, and came back, pushing it before him, good-natured relenting
and awkwardness combining in his look.
"All right," he said. "I apologise--if it's cold fact. I'm not calling
you a liar."
"Thank you," still a little stiffly, from Mount Dunstan.
The unabashed good cheer of G. Selden carried him lightly over a
slightly difficult moment. He laughed, pushing his cap back, of course,
and looking over the hedge at the sweep of park, with a group of deer
cropping softly in the foreground.
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