A smile of pride made her face very tender, and as she turned to Dewes he thought to himself that really her eyes were beautiful.
"Yes, he passed in very high," she said.
"Eton, isn't it ?" said Dewes.

"Whose house ?" She mentioned the name and added: "His father was there before him." Then she rose from her seat.

"Would you like to see Dick?
I will show you him.
Come quietly." She led the way across the lawn towards an open window.

It was a day of sunshine; the garden was bright with flowers, and about the windows rose-trees climbed the house-walls.

It was a house of red brick, darkened by age, and with a roof of tiles.