ADRIFT During the week the guests at Roya-Neh were left very much to their own devices.

Nobody was asked to do anything; there were several good enough horses at their disposal, two motor cars, a power-boat, canoes, rods, and tennis courts and golf links.

The chances are they wanted sea-bathing.

Inland guests usually do.
Scott Seagrave, however, concerned himself little about his guests.

All day long he moused about his new estate, field-glasses dangling, cap on the back of his head, pockets bulging with untidy odds and ends until the increasing carelessness of his attire and manners moved Kathleen Severn to protest.
"I don't know what is the matter with you, Scott," she said.