Amethyst and Una, with other young ladies, walked up and down, and looked on. Fresh streams of guests poured out on to the lawn, till it was crowded with gay costumes, and the air filled with laughter and chatter. When Sylvester was left at leisure again after various greetings, he missed Amethyst. Lady Haredale had Una by her side, and was apparently introducing her to some friends; Lucian's set of tennis was still in progress. Sylvester strolled about restlessly, he did not own to himself that he was searching for the one figure that he could not see; but he wandered about, and turned up sunny path and shady nook, lingered in gay conservatory and green fernery, exchanged chit-chat with numerous groups, till at last he turned to come back to the lawn through a bit of shrubbery between the house and the tennis ground. Walking in front of him, with their backs towards him, were Amethyst and Major Fowler. They were talking, or at least Amethyst listened, with a drooping head. At a side path they paused, Amethyst took something from her pocket and put it into her companion's hand. He concealed it rapidly in the breast of his coat, and after another word or two went up the path towards the house. Amethyst turned round, and saw Sylvester on the long walk some paces off. There was an indescribable look of distress and disturbance on the girl's face, but she held up her head, and walked towards him, saying with, as it seemed to him, something of her mother's smile, and a tone in her voice that he had never heard before-- "Major Fowler is in a hurry--naturally--just now. Will you take me back to the tennis ground, Mr Riddell?" Well, she was an acknowledged beauty, and a bride-elect, and her notice was a favour. She must have learned as much as that, since she had told him that the world was beginning for her among the Easter primroses! As she walked beside him, and they talked easy nothings, there was a dignity in her manner altogether new, which impressed him strangely, but the fearless joy that had been essential to his ideal of her was there no longer. As they came out on to the sunny lawn, Una came up to meet them. "Where have you been, Amethyst?" she said petulantly. "Lucian has finished playing. What have you been doing?" "I have been in the shrubbery," said Amethyst, "with Mr Riddell." As she spoke, Lucian appeared, exclaiming eagerly-- "Syl, you haven't taken her to see all the glories of the place without me? I want to show her the gold fish in the fernery." "We haven't been looking at the gold fish," said Sylvester. "Come then, Amethyst, I've done my duty by the tennis. Now let us enjoy ourselves." "But I can't leave Una by herself," said Amethyst. "She is a young lady to-day, and doesn't want to go with the children." "Will Miss Una come with me, and have an ice?" said Sylvester; and Una, not displeased by the proposal, went off willingly.