To the end of their lives the smell of box brought back that hour in the Fontenoy garden.

The green walls hid from view all without their little round.

They had not heard step or voice when suddenly, having strolled that way by accident, there emerged from the winding path into the space about the summer-house Colonel Churchill and Ludwell Cary.

There was a second's utter check, then, "Sir!" cried the Colonel, in wrathful amazement.
The hands of the lovers fell apart.

Rand rose, but Jacqueline sat still, looking at her uncle with a paling cheek and a faint line between her brows.