A straggling pencil had traced these words: 'Just running by S.W.

gates--saw the Captain coming in--couldn't stop to stop him--tremendous hurry--important.

Harry J.' Drummond sent the paper to Lady Jocelyn.

After her perusal of it a scout was despatched to the summit of Olympus, and his report proclaimed the advance in the direction of the Bull-dogs of a smart little figure of a man in white hat and white trousers, who kept flicking his legs with a cane.
Mrs.Evremonde rose and conferred with her ladyship an instant, and then Drummond took her arm quietly, and passed round Olympus to the East, and Lady Jocelyn broke up the sitting.
Juliana saw Rose go up to Evan, and make him introduce her to his mother.

She turned lividly white, and went to a corner of the park by herself, and cried bitterly.
Lady Jocelyn, Sir Franks, and Sir John, remained by the tables, but before the guests were out of ear-shot, the individual signalled from Olympus presented himself.
'There are times when one can't see what else to do but to lie,' said her ladyship to Sir Franks, 'and when we do lie the only way is to lie intrepidly.' Turning from her perplexed husband, she exclaimed: 'Ah! Lawson ?' Captain Evremonde lifted his hat, declining an intimacy.
'Where is my wife, madam ?' 'Have you just come from the Arctic Regions ?' 'I have come for my wife, madam!' His unsettled grey eyes wandered restlessly on Lady Jocelyn's face.