"Well, we shall see him very shortly." The girl's fingers tightened a little on the switch she held.

"We know what we shall find," she said with a gesture of cold disdain.

"It would be so much easier if he had only been an educated Englishman!" "Still," said Deringham dryly, "since we are ousted from Carnaby I do not see that it makes any great difference." Miss Deringham's eyes sparkled, and a spot of colour tinged her cheeks.
Her mother had been one of the Altons who had long been proud of Carnaby, and the instincts of the landholding race were strong within her.
"No ?" she said, with a little scornful inflection.

"And you could look on while a cattle-driving boor made himself a laughing-stock at Carnaby ?" Deringham smiled again.

"I am," he said, "inclined to feel sorry for the Canadian, but you will at least be civil to him." Miss Deringham made a little gesture of impatience.