It was a bright, beautiful, moonlight night, and Rosamund thought the scene quite romantic.
Mr.Tosswill handed his guest into the pony cart with his usual, rather aloof, courtesy; and after all the good-byes had been said, and as Jack drove down the long, solitary avenue, Enid Crofton told herself that in spite of that horrible incident with the dog--it was so strange that Flick should come, as it were, to haunt her out of her old life, the life she was so anxious to forget--she had had a very promising and successful evening.

The only jarring note had been that horrid little boy Timmy--Timmy and his hateful dog.
And then suddenly Enid Crofton asked herself whether Godfrey Radmore was likely to go on being as fond of Timmy Tosswill as he seemed to be now.
She had been surprised at the reminiscent affection with which he had spoken of his little godson.

But there is a great difference between an attractive baby-child of three and a forward, spoilt, undersized boy of twelve.

About a week ago, while they were enjoying a delicious little dinner in the Berkeley Hotel grill-room, he had said:--"Although of course none of them know it, for the present at any rate, Master Timmy is my heir; if I were to die to-night Timmy Tosswill would become a very well-to-do young gentleman!" Even at the time they had been uttered, the careless words had annoyed Enid Crofton; and now the recollection of them made her feel quite angry.
All her life long money had played a great part in this very pretty woman's inmost thoughts..