They fought one spring dawn in the park--the traditional spot could be seen from where Ursula Winwood was sitting.
Ursula and her brother were proud of the romantic episode, and would relate it to guests and point out the scene of the duel.

Happy and illusory days of Romance now dead and gone! It is not conceivable that, generations hence, the head of a family will exhibit with pride the stained newspaper cuttings containing the unsavoury details of the divorce case of his great-great-grandmother.
This aspect of family history seldom presented itself to Ursula Winwood.

It did not do so this mellow and contented afternoon.
Starlings mindful of a second brood chattered in the old walnut trees far away on the lawn; thrushes sang their deep-throated bugle-calls; finches twittered.

A light breeze creeping up the avenue rustled the full foliage languorously.

Ursula Winwood closed her eyes.