They had liked each other, and their liking and intimacy had increased with the onward moving and change of years.
After sixty sane and decently spent active years of life, Lord Dunholm, in either country tweed or evening dress, was a well-built and handsome man; at thirty-three his son was still like him.
"Have you seen her ?" he was saying.
"Only at a distance.

She was driving Lady Anstruthers across the marshes in a cart.

She drove well and----" he laughed as he flicked the ash from his cigar--"the back of her head and shoulders looked handsome." "The American young woman is at present a factor which is without doubt to be counted with," Lord Dunholm put the matter without lightness.

"Any young woman is a factor, but the American young woman just now--just now----" He paused a moment as though considering.

"It did not seem at all necessary to count with them at first, when they began to appear among us.