"Oh, I'm sorry"--he pressed his hand to his forehead--"I'm sorry that
you were obliged to look for me."
Stillwater scrutinized Glen's set, white face. "The Englishmen are
going. Things will come your way--soon."
"They'll never come my way," sighed Glen, "except, perhaps, when I've
ceased to care."
"Nonsense!"
"It seems to me that nothing is worth what I've been suffering--not even
Indiana."
"She isn't," assured Stillwater, unhesitatingly, delighted at this
conclusion. "Turn over a new leaf. Show her you're indifferent. She'll
think all the more of you."
Lord Stafford was patting the ponies, while Haller arranged the harness.
"If you'll be kind enough to jump in, Lord Stafford," cried Mrs. Bunker,
"we may reach home in time for breakfast! Come now, Haller, you've been
fumbling long enough with that harness!"
Haller grinned at Lord Stafford. "That woman's full of life," he
remarked, "I admire her."
"The devil you do!" exclaimed Lord Stafford.