They drove to the first gate and got out, neither having spoken a word, as was their habit when both were thinking.
They wandered in among the trees and found two chairs and sat down.
These were real trees, Halcyone felt.

And, although she would have preferred to be alone to-day without even Cheiron, the great trunks and vast leafy canopy above them comforted her.
She would not permit herself to think, the beauty of the summer day must just saturate her, and soothe the cold, sick ache in her heart.

And, presently, when she was strengthened, she would face it all and see what it could mean, and what would be best to do to bear the blow as a La Sarthe should, and show nothing of the anguish.
And, as she mused, her eyes absently wandered to a couple under a tree some twenty yards beyond them.

There was something familiar in the girl's graceful back, and, as she turned her fresh face to look at her companion, Halcyone saw that it was Cora Lutworth.
Some magnetic spark seemed to connect them, for the pretty American girl turned completely round in her chair, and catching sight of the two jumped up and came towards them--with glad, laughing eyes and out-stretched hands.
"To see you!" she exclaimed.

"That is so good! There is no Styx here, and we must have some fun together!" She sat down upon a chair which Lord Freynault dragged up for her, and he himself took another beyond the Professor--so the two girls could talk together.
"I am going to be married--you know!" Cora announced gayly.