Lord Hartledon drew her arm within his own for a moment and took her apart.
"Arthur came up with me: I don't know where he is now.

Mamma was afraid to venture, fearing the grass might be damp." "And the Rector _of course_ would not countenance us by coming," said Lord Hartledon, with a laugh.

"I remember his prejudices against boating of old." "He is coming to dinner." "As you all are; Arthur also to-day.

I made the doctor promise that.

A jolly banquet we'll have, too, and toast the winner.