A man-servant who had heard the approach of the car was already standing in the porch.

Sir Timothy, in white flannels and a panama hat, strolled across the lawn to greet his approaching guest.
"Excellently timed, my young friend," he said.

"You will have time for your first cocktail before you change.

My daughter you know, of course.
Lady Cynthia Milton I think you also know." Francis shook hands with the two girls who were lying under the cedar tree.

Margaret Hilditch seemed to him more wonderful than ever in her white serge boating clothes.