Then, as Kitty vaguely murmured something about tea, St.John helped her out of the hammock, and together they strolled towards the house.

They found tea in progress on the square lawn facing the sea and every one foregathered there.

Nan, apparently in wild spirits, was fooling inimitably, and she bestowed a small, malicious smile on Kitty as she and Lord St.John joined the group around the tea-table.
It was a glorious afternoon.

The sea lay dappled with light and shade as the sun and vagrant breezes played with it, while for miles along the coast the great cliffs were wrapt in a soft, quivering haze so that the lines and curves of their vari-coloured strata, and the bleak, sheer menace of their height, as they overhung the blue water lapping on the sands below, were screened from view.
"There are some heavenly sandwiches here," announced Nan.

"That is, if Sandy has left any.