He reports Bayfield Hill safe enough; but that I discovered for myself." "It seems quite a treat for them," Dorothea remarked.
His eyebrows went up.
"The guests, do you mean ?" He turned to the fire and picked up the tongs.
She laughed.
"No, I mean the prisoners; I was listening to their voices.

Just now they were throwing snowballs." Endymion dropped the tongs with a clatter; picked them up, set them in place, and faced the room again with a flush which might have come from stooping over the fire.
"Come to breakfast, dear," said Dorothea, busy with the tea-urn.

"I have a small plan I want your permission for, and your help.

It is about the prisoners.

General Rochambeau and M.Raoul--" "Are doubtless prepared to teach me my business," snapped Endymion, who seemed in bad humour this morning.
"No--but listen, dear! They praise you warmly.