"My trap is in front of the house." There he colored before Henrietta's expression, a mingling of amusement, indignation, and contempt, a caustic comment upon his disregard of the effect of such indiscretion upon a Saint X young married woman's reputation.

"Then," said she, looking straight and significantly at him, "you'll be able to drop me at my house on the way." "Certainly," was his prompt assent.

When Saint X's morality police should see him leaving the grounds with her, they would be silenced as to this particular occurrence at least.

After a few minutes of awkward commonplaces, he and Henrietta went up the lawns, leaving Del there.

At the last point from which the end of the garden could be seen, he dropped behind, turned, saw her in exactly the same position, the fountain and the water lilies before her, the center and climax of those stretches of white-and-gold blossoms.