CHAPTER III.
In a very high, white-panelled room, with but little furniture, Lord Valleys greeted his mother-in-law respectfully.
"Motored up in nine hours, Ma'am--not bad going." "I am glad you came.

When is Miltoun's election ?" "On the twenty-ninth." "Pity! He should be away from Monkland, with that--anonymous woman living there." "Ah! yes; you've heard of her!" Lady Casterley replied sharply: "You're too easy-going, Geoffrey." Lord Valleys smiled.
"These war scares," he said, "are getting a bore.

Can't quite make out what the feeling of the country is about them." Lady Casterley rose: "It has none.

When war comes, the feeling will be all right.

It always is.