"My aunt says that she is none the worse, but that Stocks has caught a tremendous cold.

An unromantic ending!" The meal ended, they wandered out to the lawn to smoke, and Wratislaw found himself standing with a hand on his host's shoulder.

He noticed something distraught in his glance and air.
"Are you fit again to-day ?" he asked.
"Quite fit, thanks," said Lewis, but his face belied him.

He had forgiven himself the incident of yesterday, but no proof of a non sequitur could make him relinquish his dismal verdict.

The wide morning landscape lay green and soothing at his feet.