He was pacing the lawn, with his hands behind him, and his eyes on the grass.

The slight, slowly-moving figure stood for meditation, and Elsie French knew enough to understand that the incidents of the afternoon might well supply any friend of Roger Barnes's with food for meditation.

Herbert had not been in the drawing-room when Mrs.Fairmile was calling, but no doubt he had met her in the hall when she was on her way to her carriage.
Meanwhile Daphne, in her own room, was also employed in meditation.

She had thrown herself, frowning, into a chair beside a window which overlooked the park.

The landscape had a gentle charm--spreading grass, low hills, and scattered woods--under a warm September sun.