"Have you seen Buntingford ?" "A little while ago, he was sitting out with Lady Cynthia.

But when he passed me just now, he told me he was going down to look after the lake and the boats--in case of accidents.

There is a current at one end apparently, and a weir; and the keeper who understands all about it is in a Canada regiment on the Rhine." "Do you think Buntingford's going to marry Lady Cynthia ?" asked Peter suddenly.
Horne laughed.

"That's not my guess, at present," he said after a moment.
As he spoke, a boat on the lake came into the track of the searchlight, and the two persons in it were clearly visible--Buntingford rowing, and Helena, in the stern.

The vision passed in a flash; and Horne turned a pair of eyes alive with satirical meaning on his companion.
"Well!" said Peter, troubled, he scarcely knew why--"what do you mean ?" Horne seemed to hesitate.