I was puzzled at this, for I knew that the cave was not the chief attraction, but I discreetly dropped the subject and shortly after we rose from the table.
As I left the room I saw the Colonel walk over and lay his hand on Radnor's arm.
"You will change your mind and go, my boy," he said.
But Rad shook the hand off roughly and turned away.

As I went on out to the stables to give orders about the horses, I felt in anything but the proper spirits for a day of merry-making.

However much the Colonel may have been to blame in their quarrel of the night before--and the French clock told its own story--still I could not help but feel that Rad should have borne with him more patiently.

The scene I had just witnessed in the dining-room made me miserable.

The Colonel was a proud man and apology came hard for him, his son might at least have met him half way.
Going upstairs to my room a few minutes later, I caught a glimpse through the open door, of someone standing before the mantelpiece.
Thinking it was Radnor waiting to consult me, I hurried forward and reached the threshold before I realized that it was the Colonel.