He doesn't shoot particularly well, but his field manners are faultless." His wife, always elaborately upholstered, sat in her wide reclining chair, plump, jewelled fingers busy with a silk necktie for Hamil, her pretty blue eyes raised at intervals to scan her husband's animated features.
"Does Gray like him as much as ever, Neville ?" "O Lord, Gray adores him, and I like him, and you knit neckties for him, and Jessie doses him, and Cecile quotes him--" "And Shiela ?" "Oh, Shiela seems to like him," said Cardross genially.

His wife raised her eyes, then calmly scrutinized her knitting.
"And Mr.Hamil ?" "What about him, dear ?" "Does he seem to like Shiela ?" Her husband glanced musingly out over the lawn where, in their white flannels, Shiela and Hamil were now seated together under a brilliant Japanese lawn umbrella, examining the pile of plans, reports and blue-prints which had accumulated in Hamil's office since his absence.
"He--seems to like her," nodded Cardross, "I'm sure he does.

Why not ?" "They were together a good deal, you said last night." "Yes; but either Gray or I or one of the guides--" "Of course.

Then you don't think--" Cardross waited and finally looked up.

"What, dear ?" "That there is anything more than a sensible friendship--" "Between Shiela and Garret Hamil ?" "Yes; we were not discussing the Emperor of China." Cardross laughed and glanced sideways at the lawn umbrella.
"I--don't--know." His wife raised her brows but not her head.
"Why, Neville ?" "Why what ?" "Your apparent doubt as to the significance of their friendship." "Dear--I don't know much about those things." His wife waited.
"Hamil is so nice to everybody; and I've not noticed how he is with other young girls," continued her husband restlessly.