But it simply means that he lives at an hotel and is not sure that he will remain on." Thus the little things of every day occupied the foreground of Rackham Park.

Millicent Splay had her worries of which Joan Whitworth was the cause.

She loved Joan; she was annoyed with Joan; she admired Joan; she was amused at Joan; and she herself could never have told you which of these four emotions had the upper hand.

So inextricably were they intermingled.
She poured them out to Martin Hillyard, as they drove through the Park at Midhurst on the Thursday morning.
"What do you think of Joan ?" she asked.

"She is beautiful, isn't she, with that mass of golden hair and her eyes ?" "Yes, she is," answered Hillyard.
"And what a fright she is making of herself! She isn't _dressed_ at all, is she?
She is just--protected by her clothes." Hillyard laughed and Millicent Splay sighed.