Shall we look for her ?" She took him across the lawn to a bench beneath a copper beech, and Festing braced himself when a girl got up.

She wore white and the shadow of the leaves checkered the plain dress.

He noted the unconscious grace of her pose as she turned towards him, and her warm color, which seemed to indicate a sanguine temperament.

Helen Dalton was all that he had thought, and something more.

He knew her level, penetrating glance, but she had a virility he had not expected.