June had come round again with the exhilaration of its sunlight, and London had sparkled into a city of pleasure and green trees.

In the houses opposite, the windows were gay with flowers; and in the street below, the carriages rolled easily towards the Park.

A jingle of bells rose upwards suddenly and grew loud.

Mrs.Adair raised her head quickly.
"That's a cab," she said.
"Yes." Ethne leaned forward and looked down.

"But it's not stopping here;" and the jingle grew fainter and died away.
Mrs.Adair looked at the clock.
"Colonel Durrance is late," she said, and she turned curiously towards Ethne.