"Come here again! I'll be hanged—" cried Sir Reginald, cheeked himself, and went on with less vehemence. "Oh, yes, we'll come here again, but I'll bring a hamper with me. No more country fare for me—fare indeed!"
"On a clear day," said Angel, with a bright smile.
"On the very first clear day," said Sir Reginald, with one of his most languishing glances; and he added gallantly: "I shall pray for a clear day—I shall—I give you my word."
"Since you drive us, I think we must bring the hamper," I said.
"No," said Sir Reginald firmly. "I couldn't hear of it. You might let a—a foreign product slip in among your good things; and the sight of a foreign product will make me feel ill for months—except caviare."
I was not only disappointed in the matter of view, but in the far more important matter of the parapet. It was quite four feet high. How a baronet of fifty-five could contrive to fall over it by accident I could not think. It was plain that we must devise some method of getting rid of the groom and have a carriage accident. I came down the steep steps of the tower pondering how to effect this, when Sir Reginald disturbed the concentration of my mind by slipping, recovering himself, and crying out: "By Jove, one might
