26/40 It was, of course, the best barge in the best position. Falloden remembered how at the Vice-Chancellor's party Sorell had hovered about Constance, assuming a kind of mild guardianship; until he himself had carried her off. Why? Meanwhile, she clearly did not intend to take any further notice of his neighbourhood. They were evidently explaining the races to her, and she stood between them, a docile and charming vision, turning her graceful head from side to side. |