Mr.
Alton will, no doubt, take us in," she said.

"A little primitive barbarity would not be unpleasant as a novelty." A trace of something very like anger crept into Deringham's eyes.

It was not very perceptible, for he seldom showed much of what he felt, but his daughter noticed it.

"It is somewhat unfortunate that we shall probably have to avail ourselves of the young man's hospitality," he said.

"You understand, my dear, that he is a kinsman of your own, and, unless he can be persuaded to relinquish his claim, the owner of Carnaby.