He paused on his way out.
"Good morning, Miss Bathurst! Aren't you going to skate this morning ?" She turned to him with a little movement of pleasure.

"Good morning, Mr.
Studley! I have been waiting here for you.

I have brought down your sister's trinkets.

Here they are!" She held out a neat little paper parcel to him.

"Please will you thank her again for them very, very much?
I do hope she didn't think me very rude last night,--though I'm afraid I was." Her look was wistful.