Miss L'Estrange turned to Captain Gresham.
"I have been told," she said, "that there are some beautiful white hyacinths here; they are my favorite flowers.

Shall we find them ?" He was only too pleased.

She bade a laughing adieu to the duchess, and smiled at Lord Arleigh.

There was no trace of pain or of sadness in her voice or face.

They went away together and Lord Arleigh never even dreamed that she had heard his remark.
Then the duchess left him, and he sat under the spreading beech alone.
His thoughts were not of the pleasantest nature; he did not like the general belief in his approaching marriage; it was fair neither to himself nor to Philippa--yet how was he to put an end to such gossip?
Another idea occurred to him.