The chauffeur returned saying that he had bought Miss Althea's ticket at Euston and seen her start off comfortably on her journey.

A letter or two had been received by the Fenimores from Galloway, and letters they had written to Galloway had been acknowledged by Althea.

She returned to Wellingsford in due course, with bonny cheeks and wind-swept eyes, and told us all funny little stories about Aunt Maria.

No one thought anything more about it until one fine afternoon in May, 1915, when Maria Beccles walked unexpectedly into the drawing-room of Wellings Park, while Sir Anthony and Lady Fenimore were at tea.
"My dear Edith," she said to her astounded hostess, who had not seen her for fifteen years.

"In this orgy of hatred and strife that is going on in the world, it seems ridiculous to go on hating and fighting one's own family.