THE LION Mary was established, high up in Chenevix House.

She was amazed at the spaciousness of the rooms, the feeling in them as though the streets were far away.

The square was a wonder of waving and tossing green, across which Mary looked from her window and saw other stately old houses like the one she was in.

At first she was never tired of admiring the miracle of spring in London.

She realised that no country greenness is equal to the glory of the new leaf against the dingy house-fronts, the green freshness about the black stems and boughs and branches.
Lady Agatha was in a perpetual whirl of affairs and gaiety.