Presently there came speeding towards him a lady on a bicycle, and he was sure that it was Constance.

She did not slacken her pace; clearly she would not stop.
"Good morning!" sounded cheerfully from her, as she drew near.

"Have you seen the mill ?--Come up to the house as soon as you like." She had swept past, leaving in Dyce a sense of having been cavalierly treated.
He turned, and followed towards Rivenoak.

When he reached the house, Constance was walking among the flower-beds, in her hand a newspaper.
"Do you cycle ?" she asked.
"No.

I never felt tempted." "Lady Ogram is having her drive.