"There isn't any wine," she began mysteriously.

"Gentlemen do like a little drop of wine after their dinner." "I think what father and Jack can do without, Mr.Radmore can do without, too," said Betty.

For the first time her colour heightened.

"In any case, I don't see how we can get anything fit to drink by this evening." "I was thinking, Miss Betty, that you might borrow a bottle of port wine at Rose Cottage." "I don't think I can do that," said Betty decidedly, "you see, Miss Pendarth's port is very good port, and we could never give her back a bottle of the same quality." And then, as Nanna sidled towards the door, the old woman suddenly remarked, a little irrelevantly:--"I suppose you've told Miss Pendarth that Mr.Godfrey is coming, Miss Betty ?" Betty looked round quickly.

"No," she said, "I haven't had a chance yet.
Thank you for reminding me." The old woman slipped away, and Betty suddenly wondered whether Nanna had really come in to ask that question as to Miss Pendarth.