She rode with him on the Downs.
A visit of a week humanized her view of the intruders.

She wrote almost tenderly of her host and hostess to Lady Dunstane; they had but 'the one fault--of spoiling their nephew.' Him she described as a 'gentlemanly official,' a picture of him.

His age was thirty-four.

He seemed 'fond of her scenery.' Then her pen swept over the Downs like a flying horse.
Lady Dunstane thought no more of the gentlemanly official.

He was a barrister who did not practise: in nothing the man for Diana.