She looks at me in such a curious, stealthy way." "She is admiring you," was his answer.

"She thinks you are something a little supernatural, because you are so tall and have such a fresh colour." There was in the park at Palstrey Manor a large ornamental pool of water, deep and dark and beautiful because of the age and hugeness of the trees which closed around it, and the water plants which encircled and floated upon it.

White and yellow flags and brown velvet rushes grew thick about its edge, and water-lilies opened and shut upon its surface.
An avenue of wonderful limes led down to a flight of mossy steps, by which in times gone by people had descended to the boat which rocked idly in the soft green gloom.

There was an island on it, on which roses had been planted and left to run wild; early in the year daffodils and other spring flowers burst up through the grass and waved scented heads.
Lady Walderhurst had discovered the place during her honeymoon, and had loved it fondly ever since.

The avenue leading to it was her favourite walk; a certain seat under a tree on the island her favourite resting-place.
"It is so still there," she had said to the Osborns.