Sir Chichester was happy too, for he saw a lady reporter write down his name in her notebook.

So was Mr.Albany Todd.

For he met the Earl of Eltringham, with whom he had a passing acquaintance; and his lordship, being complimented upon his gardens, of which _Country Life_ had published an account, was moved to say in the friendliest manner: "You must propose yourself for a week-end, Mr.Todd, and see them." As for Joan and Harry Luttrell, it mattered little where they were, so that they were together.

They walked in their own magical garden.
It fell to Martin Hillyard to look after Stella Croyle, and the task was not difficult.

She kept her eyes blindfold to what she did not wish to see.