However, so long as my son does not suffer in health, I suppose we must be thankful that he is creditably employed." He rose as he spoke.
"I see," he went on, "your amiable friend the baron approaching with lawn-tennis necessaries.

It is wonderful that our neighbours never learn to keep their enthusiasm for lawn-tennis in bounds until the afternoon." With that he left her, and the baron came to the conclusion, before very long, that something had "contraried" the charming Miss Chyne.

The truth was that Millicent was bitterly disappointed.

The idea of failure had never entered her head since Jack's letters, full of life and energy, had begun to arrive.

Sir John Meredith was a man whose words commanded respect--partly because he was an old man whose powers of perception had as yet apparently retained their full force, and the vast experience of life which was his could hardly be overrated.