And every time I did it I was certain one of your men would march me out!" He laughed, but did not tell her that his men had reported the first episode and that he had instructed them that Mrs.Mortimer and her friends were to do exactly as they pleased at the Fells.

However she knew it, because a garrulous gardener, proud of his service with Plank, had informed her.
"Beverly," she said, "you are a dear.

If people only knew what I know!" He began to turn red; she could see it even in the flickering, lamp-shot darkness.

And she teased him for a while, very gently, even tenderly; and their voices grew lower in a half-serious badinage that ended with a quiet, indrawn breath, a sigh, and silence.
And now the river swept into view, a darkly luminous sheet set with reflected stars.

Mirrored lights gleamed in it; sudden bright, yellow flashes zigzagged into its sombre depths; the foliage edged it with a deeper gloom over which, on the heights, twinkled the multicoloured lights of Riverside Inn.
Up the broad, gentle grade they sped, curving in and out among the clumps of trees and shrubbery, then on a level, sweeping in a great circle up to the steps of the inn.
Now all about them from the brilliantly lighted verandas the gay tumult broke out like an uproarious welcome after the swift silence of their journey; the stir of jolly people keen for pleasure; the clatter of crockery; the coming and going of waiters, of guests, of hansoms, coupes, victorias, and scores of motor-cars wheeling and turning through the blinding glare of their own headlights.
Somewhere a gipsy orchestra, full of fitful crescendoes and throbbing suspensions of caprice, furnished resonant accompaniment to the joyous clamour; the scent of fountain spray and flowers was in the air.
"I didn't know you had telephoned for a table," said Siward, as a head-waiter came up smiling and bowing to Plank.