Why, it is twenty minutes past three; do you think he will come ?" Philippa L'Estrange rose from the couch and went to the long open window.
"I have never seen the sun shine so brightly before," she said; and Lady Peters sighed as she listened.

"The world has never looked so beautiful as it does to-day.

Oh, Norman, make, haste! I am longing to see you." She had a quaint, pretty fashion of calling Lady Peters by the French appellation _maman_.

She turned to her now, with a charming smile.

She shook out the perfumed folds of her dress--she smoothed the fine white lace.
"You have not told me, _maman_," she said, "whether I am looking my best to-day.