It was about five o'clock in the evening and she was driving homewards in an open fly.

Mr.
Hazlewood stopped it and went to the side.
"Richard is away, Stella, until Wednesday, as no doubt you knew," he said.

"But I want you to come over to tea when he comes back.

Will Friday suit you ?" She had looked a little frightened when Mr.Hazlewood had called to the driver and stopped the carriage; but at his words the blood rushed into her cheeks and her eyes shone and she pushed out her hand impulsively.
"Oh, thank you," she cried.

"Of course I will come." Not for a long time had he spoken to her with so kind a voice and a face so unclouded.