He had stayed behind for a few minutes to renew his acquaintance with the ancient lady, and had given her his arm down the short church path, and placed her with extreme deference in the Shetland pony shay, to the absolute enchantment of Miss Lutworth, who, with Lord Freynault, stood upon the mound of an old forgotten grave, the better to see.

It was in the earlier days of motor-cars, and Mrs.Cricklander's fine open Charron created the greatest excitement as it waited by the lych-gate.

The two Shetlands cocked their ears and showed various signs of nervous interest, and William had all he could do to hold the minute creatures.

But Miss La Sarthe behaved with unimpaired dignity, never once glancing in the direction of the great green monster.

She got in, assisted by the respectful churchwarden, and allowed John Derringham to wrap the rug round her knees, and then carefully adjusted the ring of her turquoise-studded whip handle.
"Good day, Goddard," she said with benign condescension to the churchwarden.