Mrs.Browne flushed, and smiled deprecatingly.
"Wonder what he's doing here in the grounds ?" puzzled Browne.
"It's plain to me that he is resting his audacious bones," said her ladyship, glancing brightly at her co-legatee.

The latter's wife, in a sudden huff, deliberately left them, crossing the macadam driveway in plain view of the stranger.
"She's not above an affair with him," was her hot, inward lament.

She was mightily relieved, however, when the others tranquilly followed her across the road, and took up a new position under the substitute clump of trees.
The Enemy gave no sign of interest in these proceedings.

If he was conscious of being watched by these curious exiles, he was not in the least annoyed.

He did not change his position of indolence, nor did he puff any more fretfully at his cigarette.