CHAPTER XXX.
"It was Lord Coombe who sent the book," said Robin.
She was sitting in the Tower room, watching Dowie open the packages which had come from London.

She herself had opened the one which held the models and she was holding a tiny film of lawn and fine embroidery in her hands.

Dowie could see that she was quite unconscious that she loosely held it against her breast as if she were nursing it.
"It's his lordship's way to think of things," the discreet answer came impersonally.
Robin looked slowly round the small and really quite wonderful room.
"You know I said that, the first night we came here." "Yes ?" Dowie answered.
Robin turned her eyes upon her.

They were no longer hollowed, but they still looked much too large.
"Dowie," she said.

"He _knows_ things." "He always did," said Dowie.