110 THE SILVER FOX 



Lady Susan put up her eyebrows with an 

 expression of petulant inquiry, and some- 

 thing as near a pout as was possible for a 

 person not versed in the habit, but she shut 

 her cigarette-case. Major Bunbury thought 

 he had never seen her look so foolish. 



" Is she going to lose her head about 

 him ? " was the question that was suddenly 

 driven in upon him. Until to-day, he 

 thought she was merely occupying idleness 

 and exhibiting indifferent taste. 



He and Slaney walked behind her and 

 Glasgow along the muddy road, in that 

 double tete-d-tete now become inevitable ; 

 the wind blew cold and sweet ofif the lake 

 and off the bog — cold, and sweet, and 

 inimitably Irish, like Slaney herself, as 

 Major Bunbury was at this moment capable 

 of expressing it, if he had known that he 

 was making the comparison. His mind 

 had unconsciously stored up many such 

 impressions of her, to what end it had not 

 occurred to him to inquire. The road 

 crossed a trout- stream, and by the bridge 



