80 THE SILVER FOX 



" Won't he hear about it from me ! I'm 

 simply screaming for a cigarette," she went 

 on, " and Hughie has my case in his pocket, 

 and he's miles behind — oh, thanks ! " She 

 took one from Glasgow's case, and lit it in 

 the fresh breeze with practised ease. 



" I suppose Hughie's leg must have been 

 bad again to-day," she said, rather awk- 

 wardly, as they moved on again. Glasgow 

 stroked his moustache and looked the other 

 way, with a tact sufficiently ostentatious to 

 impress Lady Susan. 



" I saw him come out of the covert over 

 a two-foot wall," Hugh's wife went on, 

 "and he had no more cling than a toy." 

 She paused again, and Glasgow still was 

 silent. " You saw him at that fence where 

 I asked him for a lead," she said, with some 

 genuine hesitation. " What do you think 

 was wrong with him ? " 



" I don't suppose you can imagine what 

 it feels like to lose your nerve, Lady Susan," 

 said Glasgow slowly. 



