"I was going to mention to you the same idea myself." "Then that is understood!" and she laughed her happy laugh.

"I'll see that Freynie doesn't peach!" Thus it was that four demure and healthful-looking beings joined the party on the terrace of Wendover, and described their pleasant walk, without one word spoken of their _rencontre_ with the youngest Miss La Sarthe.

And once or twice Cora Lutworth's mischievous eyes met those of John Derringham, and they both laughed..