Outside a misty sunshine lay on the garden and the park and in it the changing trees were beginning to assume the individuality and separateness of autumn after the levelling promiscuity of the summer.

The scene was very English and peaceful; and between it and the two young creatures looking out upon it there were a thousand links of memory and association.
Suddenly Desmond said: 'Do you remember that bother I got into at Eton, Pam ?' Pamela nodded.

Didn't she remember it?
A long feud with another boy--ending in a highly organized fight--absolute defiance of tutor and housemaster on Desmond's part--and threatened expulsion.

The Squire's irritable pride had made him side ostentatiously with his son, and Pamela could only be miserable and expect the worst.

Then suddenly the whole convulsion had quieted down, and Desmond's last year at Eton had been a very happy one.