The door leading out of the drawing-room to the moat and the formal garden was thrown open; cloaks and hats were brought, and the guests streamed out.
"You are not coming ?" said Hugh Roughsedge to Diana.
At this question he saw a delicate flush, beyond her control, creep over her cheek and throat.
"I--I am expecting Mr.Marsham," she said.

"Perhaps I ought to stay." Sir James Chide looked at his watch.
"He should be here any minute.

We will overtake you, Captain Roughsedge." Hugh went off beside Mrs.Colwood.Well, well, it was all plain enough! It was only a fortnight since the Marshams had gone up to town for the Parliamentary season.

And here he was, again upon the scene.

Impossible, evidently, to separate them longer.