He too had seen the distant figure of Sir Eustace on the mountain-side.
"It depends," said Rose, non-committally.
"Captain Brent and Sir Eustace have been on skis all the morning," said her mother.

"We must see what they say about it." Billy spun a coin into the air behind her back.

"Heads Sir Eustace and tails Captain Brent," he muttered to the man who had commented upon Isabel's beauty.

"Heads it is!" Lady Grace turned round with a touch of sharpness at the sound of his companion's laugh.

"Billy! Did I not tell you to go and wash your hands ?" Billy's green eyes smiled impudent acknowledgment.