She must see him and learn the truth: but he came no more to Glenavelin, and Etterick was a far cry for a girl's fancy.

Besides, the Twelfth had come and the noise of guns on every hill spoke of other interests for the party at Etterick.

Lewis had forgotten his misfortunes, she told herself, and in the easy way of the half-hearted found in bodily fatigue a drug for a mind but little in need of it.
One afternoon Lady Manorwater came over the lawn waving a letter.

"Do you want to go and picnic to-morrow, Alice ?" she cried.

"Lewis is to be shooting on the moors at the head of the Avelin, and he wants us to come and lunch at the Pool of Ness.