A finely slender and spiritedly erect girl's figure, upon a satin-skinned bright chestnut with a thoroughbred gait, a smart groom riding behind her.

She came towards them, was abreast them, looked at Mount Dunstan, a smiling dimple near her lip as she returned his quick salute.
"Miss Vanderpoel," he said low to the vicar, "Lady Anstruther's sister." Mr.Penzance, replacing his own hat, looked after her with surprised pleasure.
"Really," he exclaimed, "Miss Vanderpoel! What a fine girl! How unusually handsome!" Selden turned with a gasp of delighted, amazed recognition.
"Miss Vanderpoel," he burst forth, "Reuben Vanderpoel's daughter! The one that's over here visiting her sister.

Is it that one--sure ?" "Yes," from Mount Dunstan without fervour.

"Lady Anstruthers lives at Stornham, about six miles from here." "Gee," with feverish regret.

"If her father was there, and I could get next to him, my fortune would be made." "Should you," ventured Penzance politely, "endeavour to sell him a typewriter ?" "A typewriter! Holy smoke! I'd try to sell him ten thousand.