But we can show you relics of it at Dunholm." He joined his wife and began at once to make himself so delightful to Rosy that she ceased to be afraid of him, and ended by talking almost gaily of her London visit.
Betty and Westholt walked together.

The afternoon being lovely, they had all sauntered into the park to look at certain views, and the sun was shining between the trees.

Betty thought the young man almost as charming as his father, which was saying much.

She had fallen wholly in love with Lord Dunholm--with his handsome, elderly face, his voice, his erect bearing, his fine smile, his attraction of manner, his courteous ease and wit.

He was one of the men who stood for the best of all they had been born to represent.