Get on with your letters.

I am going out." Maraton walked to the Park and sat down underneath the trees.

There were a fair number of people about, notwithstanding the hot weather, and very soon he recognised Lady Elisabeth.

She was walking back and forth along one of the side-walks, with a little, fussy woman, golden-haired, and wearing a gown of the brightest blue.

Maraton watched them, at first idly and then with interest.