There should be no lack of them in the future.
They stepped out upon the terrace.

At sight of them the Roughsedges approached, while Mr.Fred Birch lagged behind to inspect the sundial.
After a few words' conversation, Marsham turned resolutely away.
"Miss Mallory wants to show me a new gardener." The old doctor smiled at his wife.

Hugh Roughsedge watched the departing figures.

Excellently matched, he must needs admit, in aspect and in height.

Was it about to happen ?--or had it already happened?
He braced himself, soldierlike, to the inevitable.
"You know Mr.Birch," said Diana to her companion, as they descended to the lower terrace, and passed not very far from that gentleman.
"I just know him," said Marsham, carelessly, and bestowed a nod in the direction of the solicitor.
"Had he not something to do with your election ?" said Diana, astonished.
"My election ?" cried Marsham.