"Friends?
I should rather think so!" By this time he and Diana were strolling up and down the winter garden opening out of the hall, which was now full of a merry crowd waiting for the departure of the shooters.

Suddenly Forbes paused.
"Do you see that ?" Diana's eyes followed his till they perceived Lady Lucy sitting a little way off under a camellia-tree covered with red blossom.

Her lap was heaped with the letters of the morning.

Mr.Ferrier, with a cigarette in his mouth, stood beside her, reading the sheets of a letter which she handed to him as she herself finished them.

Every now and then she spoke to him, and he replied.