Then he luckily remembered that Dare, in the intense warmth of admiration he had affected for Somerset on the first day or two of their acquaintance, had begged for his photograph, and in return for it had left one of himself on the mantelpiece, taken as he said by his own process.
Somerset resolved to show this production to Mr.Haze, as being more to the purpose than a sketch, and instead of finishing the latter, proceeded on his way.
He entered the old overgrown drive which wound indirectly through the wood to Markton.

The road, having been laid out for idling rather than for progress, bent sharply hither and thither among the fissured trunks and layers of horny leaves which lay there all the year round, interspersed with cushions of vivid green moss that formed oases in the rust-red expanse.
Reaching a point where the road made one of its bends between two large beeches, a man and woman revealed themselves at a few yards' distance, walking slowly towards him.

In the short and quaint lady he recognized Charlotte De Stancy, whom he remembered not to have seen for several days.
She slightly blushed and said, 'O, this is pleasant, Mr.Somerset! Let me present my brother to you, Captain De Stancy of the Royal Horse Artillery.' Her brother came forward and shook hands heartily with Somerset; and they all three rambled on together, talking of the season, the place, the fishing, the shooting, and whatever else came uppermost in their minds.
Captain De Stancy was a personage who would have been called interesting by women well out of their teens.

He was ripe, without having declined a digit towards fogeyism.

He was sufficiently old and experienced to suggest a goodly accumulation of touching amourettes in the chambers of his memory, and not too old for the possibility of increasing the store.
He was apparently about eight-and-thirty, less tall than his father had been, but admirably made; and his every movement exhibited a fine combination of strength and flexibility of limb.