"Going to the Abbot's Wood ?" "How clever of you to guess," Miss Greeby smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I'm going to look up Lambert"; she always spoke of her male friends in this hearty fashion.

"He ought to be here enjoying himself instead of living like a hermit in the wilds." "He's painting pictures," put in Lady Garvington.

"Do hermits paint ?" "No.

Only society women do that," said Miss Greeby cheerfully, and Mrs.
Belgrove's faded eyes flashed.