She quietly re-lit the tea-kettle, and took a roll of knitting from a table near her.
Then as the front bell rang through the small house, she threw a scarcely perceptible look at her sister.

Would Georgie "show tact," and leave her and Philip alone, or would she insist on her rights and spoil his visit?
Georgina made no sign.
Buntingford entered, flushed with his walk, and carrying a bunch of blue-bells which he presented to Lady Georgina.
"I gathered them in Cricket Wood.

The whole wood is a sea of blue.

You and Cynthia must really go and see them." He settled himself in a chair, and plunged into tea and small talk as though to the manner born.

But all the time Cynthia, while approving his naval uniform, and his general picturesqueness, was secretly wondering what he had come about.