Lady Earle's boudoir was always considered one of the prettiest rooms at Earlescourt.

Few, but rare, pictures adorned its walls.

The long French windows opened on to the prettiest part of the gardens, where a large fountain rippled merrily in the sunshine.

Groups of flowers in rare and costly vases perfumed the room.
Lord Earle had but drawn a pretty lounging chair to the window, and sat there, looking happier than he had looked for months.

Lady Earle went on with her task of arranging some delicate leaves and blossoms ready for sketching.
"Ronald," said his father, "I have been waiting here some time.