Mrs.Friend thought--"he was in love with her." However, she got no further light on the matter.

Lord Buntingford rose, and lit another cigarette.
"I must go and write a letter before post.

Well, you see, you and I have got to do our best.

Of course, you mustn't try and run her on a tight rein--you'd be thrown before you were out of the first field--" His blue eyes smiled down upon the little stranger lady.

"And you mustn't spy upon her.