There was a bald patch on the back of his head, and his brows were turning grey.

His face was clean-shaven, and she thought his mouth the kindest and the saddest she had ever seen.
"Yes, I walked," he said.

"Max brought me across the fields.

It was very pleasant.

There is a good breeze to-day."' "I am sure you must be thirsty," Olga said, mindful of the honours of the house.