“Why, ’tis his sword. And I thought ’twas left on the roadside. Can it be⁠—did you bring it, mademoiselle?”

She dropped him a curtsey, and laughed.

“You are surprised, sir? You demanded the sword, so I naturally supposed that you required it. Therefore I brought it home.”

“ ’Twas monstrous thoughtful of you then. I dared not hope that it had not been forgotten. I am very grateful⁠—”

“Then pray show your gratitude by sitting down again!” advised the elder Miss Beauleigh. “Remember that this is your first day up, and have a care!”

John subsided obediently, turning the sword over in his hands.

Diana pointed to the wrought gold hilt with an accusing finger.