Would you care to ride in Lathom Woods?
(He named a famous estate near Oxford.) I have a permit, and could get you one.

They are relations of mine." Constance excused herself, but scarcely with decision.

Her plans, she said, must depend upon her cousins.

Falloden smiled and dropped the subject for the moment.

Then, as they moved on together through the sinuous ways of the garden, flooded with the scent of hawthorns and lilacs, towards the open tent crowded with folk at the farther end, there leapt in both the same intoxicating sense of youth and strength, the same foreboding of passion, half restlessness, and half enchantment....
* * * * * "I looked for you everywhere," said Sorell, as he made his way to Constance through the crowd of departing guests in the college gateway.
"Where did you hide yourself?
The Lord Chancellor was sad not to say good-bye to you." Constance summoned an answering tone of regret.
"How good of him! I was only exploring the garden--with Mr.Falloden." At the name, there was a quick and stiffening change in Sorell's face.
"You knew him before?
Yes--he told me.