With it she wore a white, broad-brimmed hat of straw with a great blue bow and a few narrow streamers of blue ribbon floating jauntily, white stockings and shoes, cross-gartered round her slender ankles with shining ribbons.

Was it she?
Was it not?
Was Martin Hillyard crazy or the whole world upside down?
"You must be Colonel Luttrell," his gracious vision exclaimed, with every appearance of surprise.
"I am," replied Luttrell.

He was playing with his letter, half slipping it in, and then drawing it back from the box, and quite unaware of what he was doing.
"We had better introduce ourselves, I think.

I am Joan Whitworth." She held out her hand to him over the balustrade.

He had but to reach up and take it.