His wife was looking serenely in the opposite direction.
The pert girl in the pink waist opened a small portfolio while the others gathered around her.

She read therefrom.

The lawyer, when she had concluded, drew a compass from his pocket, and, walking over to the stone balustrade, set it down for observation.

Then he pointed vaguely into what proved to be the southwest.
"We must tell Lady Deppingham not to take the rooms at this end," was the next thing that the listeners heard from Mrs.Browne's lips.

Her ladyship turned upon her husband with a triumphant sniff and a knowing smile.
"What did I tell you ?" she whispered.