He is a good landlord, and they say that Crowswood has been quite a different place since he came to be master. He is a tight hand as a magistrate, and cleared out half the village the first two or three months he was there; but he spent a mint of money on the place, and the people there say that they could not have a better master. Ah, here is Squire Chetwynd. He was sure to be here.

Lady Chetwynd assured me he has been presented at Court, and you know the strictness of Queen Mary." "You admit that Lord Avondale is, shall I say perfect. Yet " "He is irreproachable, my dear, except as regards his extraordinary insistence upon an intimate friendship with that man." "That is what confirms my good opinion of him, Aunt Amice." "That!" "It proves he is himself manly and sincere."

Owing to the preparations that were going on for this festivity, the lounge, with its sumptuous Egyptian decorations and luxurious modern fittings, was well-nigh deserted save for Sir Chetwynd and his particular group of friends, to whom he was holding forth, between slow cigar-puffs, on the squalor of the Arabs, the frightful thievery of the Sheiks, the incompetency of his own special dragoman, and the mistake people made in thinking the Egyptians themselves a fine race.

'Miss Chetwynd, I said eagerly, 'you don't know how I have been wishing ! Will you let me ride with you to-morrow, as as you used to do? 'You are quite sure you won't be afraid of my naughty Wild Rose? she said. 'I have given her such a scolding, that I think she is thoroughly ashamed of herself. 'You thought it was that that kept me! I cried. 'Oh, if I could tell you!

After this the conversation limped somewhat. "I suppose you weren't surprised by my letter?" said Mrs. Baines. "I was and I wasn't," answered Miss Chetwynd, in her professional manner and not her manner of a prospective sister-in-law. "Of course I am naturally sorry to lose two such good pupils, but we can't keep our pupils for ever."

I saw you coming down the Square, and I said to myself, 'Now, I do hope Miss Chetwynd isn't going to forget us." Miss Chetwynd, simpering momentarily, came forward with that self- conscious, slightly histrionic air, which is one of the penalties of pedagogy. She lived under the eyes of her pupils.

And stout Sir Chetwynd, gloating on the exquisite beauty of the Princess Ziska's form as she still danced on in her snowy white attire, her lovely face alight with mirth at the surprise she had made for her guests, tried his best to look sanctimonious and signally failed in the attempt as he answered: "Certainly! Certainly, my dear! Most improper ... most astonishing!"

Sophia had developed into the student. Time had accentuated her reserve. Her sole friend was Miss Chetwynd, with whom she was, having regard to the disparity of their ages, very intimate. At home she spoke little. She lacked amiability; as her mother said, she was 'touchy. She required diplomacy from others, but did not render it again.

The instant that the fight had ceased Dick Chetwynd asked, "Where is Mr. Thorndyke?" No answer was given. The other four men simultaneously uttered exclamations of alarm. The crowd was thinning fast as the watch came up. "What is all this about?" one of them asked in Dutch. "Do any of you speak English?" Dick asked. "I do," one of them said.

John Chetwynd was altogether so sweet and winsome in her simple white gown, that Saidie was right when she hilariously remarked that Jack might well be forgiven for falling in love with her "all over again." The wedding was just as quiet as it could be, for Jack did not care to invite any of his friends.