"She'll have nothing to complain of." * * * * * On the following day a picnic among the woods of the Upper Potomac brought together most of the personages in this history.

The day was beautiful, the woods fragrant with spring leaf and blossom, and the stream, swollen with rain, ran seaward in a turbid, rejoicing strength.
The General, having secured his passage home, was in good spirits as far as his own affairs were concerned, though still irritable on the score of his nephew's.

Since the abortive attempt on his confidence of the night before, Roger had avoided all private conversation with his uncle; and for once the old had to learn patience from the young.
The party was given by the wife of one of the staff of the French Embassy--a young Frenchwoman, as gay and frank as her babies, and possessed, none the less, of all the social arts of her nation.

She had taken a shrewd interest in the matter of Daphne Floyd and the Englishman.

Daphne, according to her, should be promptly married and her millions taken care of, and the handsome, broad-shouldered fellow impressed the little Frenchwoman's imagination as a proper and capable watchdog.