"I've got to go over a lot of accumulated letters and things," he called back.

"See you later, Malcourt." There was a mass of mail, bills, plans, and office reports for him lying on the hall table.

He gathered these up and hastened down the stairway.
On the terrace below he found Mrs.Cardross, and stopped to tell her what a splendid trip they had, and how beautifully Shiela had shot.
"You did rather well yourself," drawled Mrs.Cardross, with a bland smile.

"Shiela says so." "Oh, yes, but my shooting doesn't compare with Shiela's.

I never knew such a girl; I never believed they existed--" "They are rare," nodded the matron.