I have not forgotten the romance of your youth--that first season in which Ronald Hollister used to haunt every place at which you appeared.

Do you remember that wet afternoon at the Chiswick flower-show, when you and he and I took shelter in the orange house, and you two made love to each other most audaciously in an atmosphere of orange-blossoms that almost stifled me?
Yes, those were glorious days!' 'A short summer of gladness, a brief dream,' sighed Lady Maulevrier.

'Is young Lord Hartfield like his father ?' 'No, he takes after the Ilmingtons; but still there is a look of your old sweetheart--yes, I think there is an expression.

I have not seen him for nearly a year.

He is still abroad, roaming about somewhere in search of adventures.