Sir Harry felt that this remark was a little unkind. "I like old friends," he said, "better than new ones." Janet rose to go. "We must wait and hear papa's report," she said, as she took her leave. Tora Smith escorted her to the door, kissed her, and, returning, said, with a snap of her fingers: "I don't care that for 'papa's report.' Jan is really too absurd." "It's nice to see her----" "Oh, delightful. I hate dutiful people!" "You think just as much of your father." "We happen to agree in our opinions, but papa always tells me to use my own judgment. Are you going to see Mr. Bannister?" "Yes, I think so. He won't hurt me, and he may subscribe to the hunt." "No; he may even improve you." "Do I want it so badly, Miss Smith?" "Yes. You're a weak-kneed man." "Oh, I say! Look here, you must help me." "Perhaps I will, if Mr. Bannister is not too engrossing." "Now you're trying to draw me." "Was I? And yet you looked pleased. Perhaps you think it a compliment." "Isn't it one? It shows you think it worth while to----" "It shows nothing of the kind," said Tora decisively. Thus, for one reason or another, from one direction and another, there was converging on Littlehill a number of visitors. If your neighbor excites curiosity, it is a dull imagination that finds no plausible reason for satisfying it. Probably there was more in common than at first sight appeared between Mr. Delane's sense of duty, the Mayor's idea of official courtesy, Colonel Smith's contempt for narrowness of mind, Sir Harry Fulmer's care for the interests of the hunt, and Dr. Roberts' frank and undisguised eagerness to see and speak with Dale Bannister face to face. CHAPTER IV. =A Quiet Sunday Afternoon.=