"If Cousin Philip and I liked each other it would be pleasant enough to ride together, to talk and read and argue--his brain's all right!--with Lucy Friend to fall back upon between whiles--for just these few weeks, at any rate, before we go to town--and with the week-ends to help one out.

But if we are to be at daggers-drawn--he determined to boss me--and I equally determined not to be bossed--why, the thing will be _intolerable_! Hullo!--is that Cynthia Welwyn?
She seems to be making for me." It was Lady Cynthia, very fresh and brilliant in airy black and white, with a purple sunshade.

She came straight over the grass to Helena's shady corner.
"You look so cool! May I share ?" Helena rather ungraciously pushed forward a chair as they shook hands.
"The rest of your party seem to be asleep," said Cynthia, glancing at various prostrate forms belonging to the male sex that were visible on a distant slope of the lawn.

"But you've heard of the Dansworth disturbances ?--and that everybody here may have to go ?" "Yes.

It's probably exaggerated--isn't it ?" "I don't know.