‘Good God, Ger, what a fright you have given us!’ the Viscount said indignantly. ‘I had just come in from tooling Miss Bolderwood about the country for an hour, when Cloud came bolting into the yard, in a lather, and with his legs cut about! I thought you must have put him at a regular stitcher, and taken a bad toss!’
‘I took a toss, but not at a stitcher. A common rabbit-hole was the cause of my downfall.’
‘A rabbit-hole? You?’ exclaimed Ulverston incredulously.
‘Don’t roast me! We all have our lapses!’
‘Where is this famous rabbit-hole?’
‘Oh, in the Park! I would not engage to point you out the precise one: there are so many of them!’
‘Exactly so! So many that you ride with a slack bridle, and your head in the clouds, and, when you part company, leave go of the rein! Gammon, dear boy, gammon!’
‘How badly are my horse’s legs cut?’ interrupted Gervase. ‘That is the worst feature of the business!’
Chard, who had jumped down from the curricle, and had been listening to him with a puzzled frown on his face, said that he thought the injuries were hardly more than grazes. ‘I handed him over to Jem, me lord, not knowing what kind of an embarazo you was got into, and thinking you might need me more than the horse.’
‘Nonsense! Is it likely I could be in serious trouble?’
‘As to that, me lord, there’s no saying what trouble you could be in,’ replied his henchman bluntly. ‘All I know is I never knew your horse to come home without you before!’
By this time, the Viscount had turned the curricle about, and was commanding Gervase to climb into it.
‘Certainly not! It is Miss Morville whom you shall drive, Lucy, not me!’
‘Take you both!’ said the Viscount. ‘You won’t mind being a trifle crowded, ma’am? Come, Ger, no playing the fool with me! I don’t know how you came to do it, but it’s as plain as a pikestaff you took a bad toss! Shaken to pieces, I daresay – your cravat is, at all events! Never saw you look such a quiz in my life!’
Thus adjured, the Earl handed Miss Morville up into the curricle, and climbed in after her. The Viscount observed that it was a fortunate circumstance that they were none of them fat; Chard swung himself up behind, and the horses were put into motion.
‘Tell you another thing, Ger, about this precious tumble of yours!’ said the Viscount. ‘Can’t see how –’ He broke off, for the Earl, who had flung one arm across the back of the driving-seat, in an attempt to make more room for Miss Morville, moved his hand to his friend’s shoulder, and gripped it warningly. ‘Oh, well! No sense talking about it!’ he said.
They were soon bowling through the archway of the Gate-tower. Miss Morville was set down at the Castle, but the Earl insisted on driving to the stables, to examine Cloud’s hurts. Here they found Theo, also engaged on this task. He came out into the yard at the noise of the curricle’s approach, and said, in his unemotional way: ‘Well, I am glad to see you safe and sound, Gervase! Pray, what have you been doing?’
‘Merely coming to grief through my own folly,’ replied Gervase, alighting from the curricle. ‘In the failing light I didn’t perceive a rabbit-hole, that is all!’
‘My dear St Erth, your horse never cut his knees stumbling into rabbit-holes!’ expostulated Theo. ‘I thought, when I saw him, you must have put him at a stone wall!’
‘Are they badly damaged?’
‘I hope not. He has done little more than scratch himself. Whether he will be scarred or not, I can’t tell. I’ve directed your man to apply hot fomentations.’
The Earl nodded, and went past him into the stable, followed by Chard. Theo looked up at the Viscount with a questioning lift to his brows.
‘No good asking me!’ Ulverston said, correctly interpreting the look. ‘He don’t want it talked of, that’s all I know. Where’s that damned fellow of mine? Clarence! Hi, there, come and take the horses in, wherever you are!’
His groom came running up. The Viscount relinquished the team into his care, and jumped down from the curricle. ‘Where’s young Frant?’ he asked abruptly.
‘Martin? I don’t know,’ Theo replied, a surprised inflexion in his voice.
‘Mr Frant went out with his gun a while back, my lord,’ offered Clarence.
‘Oh, he did, did he?
Very well; that’ll do!’
‘What’s this, Ulverston?’ Theo said, drawing him out of earshot of the groom. ‘What has Martin to do with it?’
‘I don’t know, but if you can believe all this humdudgeon of Ger’s about falling into rabbit-holes, I can’t! Part company he might; leave go of his rein he would not! No wish to meddle in what don’t concern me, but Ger’s a friend of mine. Fancy he’s a friend of yours too. Don’t know what it was, but something happened to him he don’t mean to tell us about. Dash it, I haven’t spent three days here without seeing that that young cub of a brother of his would do him a mischief if he could!’