We acknowledge, however, that a mere sentiment, entertained possibly by us alone, should not be permitted to condemn him unheard.
Lady Ormont was not seen again.

After luncheon at a solitary table, the secretary worked till winter's lamps were lit; and then shone freedom, with assurance to him that he would escape from the miry mental ditch he had been floundering in since Aminta revealed herself.

Sunday was the glorious day to follow, with a cleansing bath of a walk along the southern hills; homely English scenery to show to a German friend, one of his "Company." Half a dozen good lads were pledged to the walk; bearing which in view, it could be felt that this nonsensical puzzlement over his relations to the moods and tenses of a married woman would be bounced out of recollection before nightfall.

The landscape given off any of the airy hills of Surrey would suffice to do it.
A lady stood among her boxes below, as he descended the stairs to cross the hall.

He knew her for the person Lady Charlotte called "the woman's aunt," whom Lord Ormont could not endure--a forgiven old enemy, Mrs.
Nargett Pagnell.
He saluted.