Carstares shifted his sling, and taking up his hat, moved just a little shakily to the door.

Salter opened it, and cast a triumphant glance at Miss Betty, as though he were showing off all my lord’s graces. He proffered an arm.

“Shall I help ye, sir?”

Miss Betty curtsied low.

“La, Mr. Carr!”

John bowed profoundly.

“Give ye good den, madam,” he said. “I am just about to descend. Thank you, Jim.” He leaned heavily on the man’s arm.

Miss Betty walked round him admiringly.