She was no longer the stately-looking woman in the Paris gown and picture hat, who had moved with such a queenly step among her guests.

This was a far homelier Elizabeth, in the old striped blouse and battered garden hat, only this morning Malcolm found no fault with it.

He was very silent for some time, but as he leant back in the dog-cart with folded arms and closely compressed lips, there was a glow in his dark eyes that somewhat contradicted his outward calmness.
"And you are going down to the Manor House on Thursday," observed Cedric, as they came in sight of the station.

"What a pity my Henley visit is put off till the following week, or we might have had a good old time together." "Oh, I don't know," rather absently; "you will be too much taken up with your new friends to want an old stager like me." "You are wrong there," returned the lad eagerly.

"I should be glad to have your opinion of"-- he hesitated, and then finished lamely, "of the Jacobis, I mean.