You may bet high on that." "Ah, really," said Hawbury, "my dear fellow! Flattered, I'm sure.

And how goes it with you?
Deuced odd place to find you, old boy.

And I'm deuced glad to see you, you know, and all that sort of thing." And he wrung the Baron's hand quite as heartily as the other wrung his; and the expression on his face was of as much cordiality and pleasure as that upon the face of the other.

Then Hawbury greeted the ladies, and apologized by stating that the Baron was a very old and tried friend, whom he had not seen for years; which intelligence surprised Mrs.Willoughby greatly, and brought a faint ray of something like peace to poor Minnie.
The ladies were not imprisoned much longer.

Girasole threw a black look at Lord Hawbury, and retreated.