"I suppose you won't have heard from Miss Reston since she went away ?" "I had a letter from her a few days ago." Mrs.Duff-Whalley waited expectantly for a moment, but as Jean said nothing more she continued: "Did she talk of future plans?
We simply must fix them both up for a week at The Towers.

Lord Bidborough told us he had quite fallen in love with Priorsford and would be sure to come back.

I thought it was so sweet of him.

Priorsford is such a dull little place." "Yes," said Jean; "it was very condescending of him." Then she remembered Richard Plantagenet, her friend, his appreciation of everything, his love for the Tweed, his passion for the hills, his kindness to herself and the boys--and her conscience pricked her.

"But I think he meant it," she added.
"Well," Muriel said, "I fail to see what he could find to admire in Priorsford.