"And you, mother! You have lifted the trouble from my heart.

I feel another man.

You have saved my honor, my good name, everything.

I cannot owe you more, for I owe you everything already." So while the autumn sunset shone ruddily through the broad window these three sat together hand in hand, with hearts which were too full to speak.

Suddenly the soft thudding of tennis balls was heard, and Mrs.
Westmacott bounded into view upon the lawn with brandished racket and short skirts fluttering in the breeze.