"She told him she'd think about it, and, meanwhile, he's just as devoted as ever." They crossed the great stone hall together--the hall which, with its wonderful pillars and carved dome, made Enton the show-house of the county.

Arranmore's study was a small octagonal room leading out from the library.

A fire of cedar logs was burning in an open grate, and he wheeled up an easy-chair for her close to his writing-table.
"I wonder," she remarked, thoughtfully, "what you think of Syd Molyneux ?" "Is there anything--to be thought about him ?" he answered, lighting a cigarette.
"He's rather that way, isn't he ?" she assented.

"I mean for Sybil, you know." "I should let Sybil decide," he answered.
"She probably will," Lady Caroom said.

"Still, she's horribly bored at having to be dragged about to places, you know, and that sort of thing, just because she isn't married, and she likes Syd all right.