Both listeners believed him. Both admired him. But John Carrington looked his admiration frankly, and young Carrington dropped his eyelids satisfiedly over his.
"That is all we could ask," said John Carrington, approvingly. "Now let me hear you youngsters chat about Paris."
But Hastings was impatient to be off now.
"I must get back to my uncle," he said, lightly. "It has been a hard day for him, and I suggested that I would serve as secretary for once."
"Then, order the horses round for Mr. Hastings, Ned," said John Carrington, and as the lad disappeared, and Hastings protested: "They are standing harnessed in the stable," he said, decisively. "You mustn't insist on our being too inhospitable."
And as Hastings capitulated, John Carrington followed out a sudden impulse.
"You will explain to your uncle that this half-mended leg of mine will prevent my calling on him," he stated, feeling suddenly that Hastings' uncle must have some good points, "but I shall be glad to put my horses at his disposal while he is here. Ned will come over to your car in the morning, and say so gracefully."
He smiled confidently at the returning lad.
There was a queer, contented look lurking in the lad's eyes. "As gracefully as he can," he laughed, lightly. "I'll walk down to the gate with you," he added.
It was on the way to the gate that Hastings asked the question which was really the mainspring of his call.
"Where is your sister now? Did she go to Brittany?"
"Elenore's plans were rather upset this summer," he said, lightly, "as well as mine. She's far from Brittany, in a curious little place you never heard of in France." He was rather proud of the way that sentence was turned. "She's with a friend, and enjoying herself, though she says it's all queer."
Hastings had a mental vision of Elenore in some far-off corner of France, making gay over all its out-of-the-way absurdities in that companionable way of hers.
"I wish she were here," he said, suddenly.
"Oh, well, I dare say she'd rather be where she is than anywhere else," Ned rejoined, carelessly.
"By the way," he said, turning, as he was about to step into the trap, "I suppose we're perfectly safe to make our headquarters in the car here?"
"Safe as the Waldorf, if you're on a siding," Ned laughed. "If you stay on the main track the cars will hit you."