For the rest she was sweetly dressed in a white robe with silver on it, and wore no ornaments save a row of small pearls about her throat and some lilies of the valley at her breast.
Barbara came straight onwards, looking neither to the right or to the left, till she reached her uncle, to whom she nodded.

Then she walked to Alan and, offering him her hand, said: "How do you do! Why did you not come over at lunch time?
I wanted to play a round of golf with you this afternoon." Alan answered something about being busy at Yarleys.
"Yarleys!" she replied.

"I thought that you lived in the City now, making money out of speculations, like everyone else that I know." "Why, Miss Champers," broke in Sir Robert reproachfully, "I asked you to play a round of golf before tea and you would not." "No," she answered, "because I was waiting for my cousin.

We are better matched, Sir Robert." There was something in her voice, usually so soft and pleasant, as she spoke these words, something of steeliness and defiance that caused Alan to feel at once happy and uncomfortable.

Apparently also it caused Aylward to feel angry, for he flashed a glance at Alan over her head of which the purport could not be mistaken, though his pale face remained as immovable as ever.