You'll see that I'm called if anything happens, won't you ?" "Yes.

Good-night, mother." He kissed her, stood a moment looking at the closed door behind which lay Valerie--tried to realise that she did lie there under the same roof-tree that sheltered father, mother, and sister--then, with a strange thrill in his heart, he went downstairs.
Cameron passed him, on his upward way to slumberland.
"How's Miss West ?" he asked cheerfully.
"Asleep, I think.

Billy Ogilvy expects her to be all right in the morning." "Good work! Glad of it.

Tell your governor; he's been inquiring." "Has he ?" said Neville, with another thrill, and went into the living room where his father sat alone before the whitening ashes of the fire.
"Well, father!" he said, smiling.
The older man turned his head, then turned it away as his son drew up a chair and laid a stick across the andirons.
"It's turned a little chilly," he said.
"I have known of many a frost in May," said his father.
There was a silence; then his father slowly turned and gazed at him.
"How is--Miss West ?" he asked stiffly.
"Billy Ogilvy says she will be all right to-morrow, father." "Was she injured by her unfortunate experience ?" "A little briar-torn, I'm afraid.

Those big beech woods are rather a puzzle to anybody who is not familiar with the country.