She waited a little while with her hat on, but as no Mr Jones or Miss Hall arrived, she took off her walking things, and went about her usual avocations, saying to herself, with a smile on her lips the while,-- 'I never thought I was a manoeuvrer before.

It is evident they don't want me, or they would have waited for me, and I have no doubt they are much happier without me.

I must go and look, after my father.' Freda found Mr Gwynne in his library.
'Where is your guest, Freda?
What is he like?
Is he a bore ?' were his queries.
'He is walking with Miss Hall, and my impression is they are very good company.

He is very quiet, very grave, has no wonderful travellers' stories, and none of the ologies, and can play chess, for I asked him.

I don't think him a bore, and I am sure Miss Hall doesn't.' 'Very well, then I will go into the drawing-room against he comes in.' 'Thanks; and I will whisper a little secret into your ear; he is an old lover of Serena's, and I cannot help hoping he is come to propose for her.' Mr Gwynne was alive and interested in a moment.