Once in the forenoon and once in the afternoon Mrs. Ffolliott paid him a short visit. She always told him she was glad to see he was improving, and always asked if he wouldn't like some calf's-foot jelly. This morning, when she had made her customary visit, he had immediately volunteered this remark: "Aunt Tishy, I don't want any calf's-foot jelly. I never did like it, and I don't like it now." The lady had smiled in a somewhat vague manner as she patted the young man's cheek in response. Then she said that Rodney was so fond of his joke. "I suppose you'll be down-stairs by to-morrow, won't you?" she asked; and this also was her customary question. Lawrence made an impatient movement. He was fond of Aunt Tishy, but he often wished she were not quite so inconsequent. "I shall be down as soon as I can, you may be sure of that," he answered. "Are the same people here?" "Yes, but Mrs. Blair goes this afternoon. Good-by, Rodney dear. I'll send you up a fine dinner." Then Mrs. Ffolliott walked towards the door. But the young man recalled her. "Aunt Tishy, where's Leander? He's only been here twice, and he was on the wing then. He isn't entertaining Mrs. Blair and the rest, is he?" "Oh, no." Here Mrs. Ffolliott smiled approbatively, as she often did when her son was mentioned. "Lee says he's in the chaperon business." "The chaperon business? What on earth does he mean by that?" Lawrence tried to speak amiably. "Why, he's been boating and cycling with Prudence and Lord Maxwell a good deal." Lawrence instantly averted his eyes from his companion's face. His voice had a deeper note in it, though it sounded quite indifferent, as he said: "I didn't know Lord Maxwell was here." "Oh, yes; that is to say, he isn't here; he is over at the Seaview. He's stopping there, but he has been over here often." "Oh, he has? And Lee is chaperoning Prudence, is he?" "That's what he calls it; anyway, Prudence said of course she wasn't going out alone with Lord Maxwell. She said it would bore her to death to go alone with him." "And so Leander goes to keep her from being bored to death?" "Yes. She says Leander makes everything amusing." "I wish, then, he'd come and amuse me. I don't have even Lord Maxwell." "I'll tell Lee. You'll be sure to be down to-morrow, Rodney?" So Mrs. Ffolliott swept out of the room. Lawrence turned again towards the window, magazine in hand. He seemed to read assiduously; he turned over the leaves regularly; his eyes ran along the lines scrupulously. Presently there came a soft tap on the door. Lawrence's face brightened; he dropped the book on the floor and rose laboriously. He went to the door and opened it. Carolyn stood there. She had on a hat and seemed in some haste. She carried a red rose in her hand. Lawrence seized the hand eagerly. He drew her in and kissed her. She glanced back through the open door along the hall. She blushed delightfully.