“Nonsense!” said the Countess. “If another workman is needed, another can easily be had.” “If I can be of any assistance to you, old man,” said Marmaduke, “make what use of me you like. I picked up something about the business yesterday.” “Yes,” said Elinor. “While you were away, Jasper, he went to the laboratory with Constance, and fired off a brass cannon with your new pile until he had used up all the gunpowder and spoiled the panels of the door. That is what he calls picking up something about the business.” “Nothing like experiment for convincing you of the power of electricity,” said Marmaduke. “Is there, Conny?” “It’s very wonderful; but I hate shots.” “Where is Marian?” said Lady Carbury. “I left her in the summer-house in the fruit garden,” said Elinor. “She was reading.” “She must have forgotten the hour,” said the Countess. “She has been moping, I think, for the last few days. I hope she is not unwell. But she would never stay away from luncheon intentionally. I shall send for her.” “I’ll go,” said Marmaduke, eagerly. “No, no, Duke. You must not leave the table. I will send a servant.” “I will fetch her here in half the time that any servant will. Poor Marian, why shouldnt she have her lunch? I shall be back in a jiffy.” “What a restless, extraordinary creature he is!” said Lady Carbury, displeased, as Marmaduke hastily left the room. “The idea of a man leaving the table in that way!” “I suspect he has his reasons,” said Elinor. “I think it is a perfectly natural thing for him to do,” said Constance, pettishly. “I see nothing extraordinary in it.” Marmaduke found Marian reading in the summer-house in the fruit garden. She looked at him in lazy surprise as he seated himself opposite to her at the table. “This is the first chance I’ve had of talking to you privately since I came down,” he said. “I believe you have been keeping out of my way on purpose.” “Well, I concluded that you wanted as many chances as possible of talking to some one else in private; so I gave you as many as I could.” “Yes, you and the rest have been uncommonly considerate in that respect: thank you all awfully. But I mean to have it out with you, Miss Marian, now that I have caught you alone.” “With me! Oh, dear! What have I done?” “What have you done? I’ll tell you what youve done. Why did you send Conolly, of all men in the world, to tell me that I was in disgrace here?” “There was no one else, Marmaduke.” “Well, suppose there wasn’t! Suppose there had been no one else alive on the earth except you, and I, and he, and Constance, and Su—and Constance! how could you have offered him such a job?” “Why not? Was there any special reason—” “Any special reason! Didnt your common sense tell you that a meeting between him and me must be particularly awkward for both of us?”