Kitty had put something into her eye, squinted, and twisted an imaginary something a few inches below her dimpled chin.

It was a hoydenish trick, but Kitty had enacted it for Lord Monckton's benefit.

The women shouted with laughter.

Lord Monckton turned in time to see them troop into the gardens.

He turned again to Thomas, to find a grin upon that gentleman's face.
[Illustration: It was a hoydenish trick.] "Miss Killigrew is rather an unusual young person," was his comment.
"Uncommon," replied Thomas, scrutinizing the point of his pen.
"For my part, I prefer 'em clinging." Lord Monckton rose.
"Rotter!" breathed Thomas.