If a younger son could marry her, surely a first cousin could--even of the Guiseleys.

So it had gone on, little by little.

He had danced with her here at Christmas--just after the engagement--and had stayed on a week longer than he had intended.

He had come up again at Easter, and again at Whitsuntide, though he always protested to his friends that there was nothing to do at Merefield in the summer.

And now here he was again, and the thing had happened.
At first, as he sat here, he tried to analyze his attitude to Frank.
He had never approved of Frank altogether; he didn't quite like the queer kinds of things that Frank did; for Frank's reputation at Merefield was very much what it was at Cambridge.