But I have a photograph of it here." She drew a portfolio from behind a bookcase.

"And there, you see, on the hill, is my aunt's house." Wilson took up the photograph.

"Bartley was telling me something about your aunt last night.

She must have been a delightful person." Winifred laughed.

"The bridge, you see, was just at the foot of the hill, and the noise of the engines annoyed her very much at first.