He informed them that he had some business to transact with the Gentile lady who had come to the camp for that purpose, and would leave them for half an hour.

The man evidently was such a favorite that black looks were cast on Miss Greeby for depriving the Romany of his society.

But Pine paid no attention to these signs of discontent.

He finished his speech, and then pushed his way again toward the lady who, awkwardly for him, was acquainted with his true position as a millionaire.

In a hurried whisper he asked Miss Greeby to follow him, and led the way into the heart of the wood.
Apparently he knew it very well, and knew also where to seek solitude for the private conversation he desired, for he skirted the central glade where Lambert's cottage was placed, and finally guided his companion to a secluded dell, far removed from the camp of his brethren.
Here he sat down on a mossy stone, and stared with piercing black eyes at Miss Greeby.
"What are you doing here ?" he demanded imperiously.
"Just the question I was about to put to you," said Miss Greeby amiably.
She could afford to be amiable, for she felt that she was the mistress of the situation.