"I had better warn you," said Justin in his hard, matter-of-fact tone, "that the lake is not safe sailing for you. I keep the boathouse locked. The children are absolutely forbidden to go on the water by themselves. You might take out the rowing boat on a very fine settled day with old Stephen. He knows the lake better than I do, but keep the boat away from the children." "I don't want to curtail their pleasures. Do you let them drive about the roads by themselves? They went off in the trap after tea to-day." "Josie is a good whip and is allowed to drive about the lanes, but the high road is tabooed. There is too much traffic with all these char-à-bancs and cars." Then he gave a short laugh. "The less restrictions you lay down, the better for you and them," he said. "As Josie once said to me: 'If you don't make rules we shan't break them!' And there's sound reason in that." After dinner, he went off to his smoking-room. Anstice sat on the terrace until dark. It was a still, warm evening. Just before ten o'clock he came out and joined her. "Are you regretting our hasty step?" he asked her abruptly. "Why should you think so?" Anstice inquired. "I don't think about it. I asked out of mere curiosity." "Well, if I did, and if I ever do, I shall never tell you," said Anstice quietly. There was silence, then Justin said: "I find I shall have to leave early to-morrow morning, for I have business to do in Carlisle before I sail; so this is our last opportunity for any conversation. You will find your cheque book in the writing-table drawer in my smoking-room. I have placed two thousand to the credit of your account at the Bank in Penrith. Make any improvements in the house and garden that you feel desirable—I give you carte blanche to do as you like in my absence. You can send me a letter every month if you like, and of course cable out if anything alarming occurs." "To the high seas?" asked Anstice, smiling. "Oh, well, I will give you the address of my first, landing-place. Is there anything you want to know?" "I think not, thank you." How entirely indifferent he was to her welfare! He did not seem to realize what a difficult time she might have. And yet, she reminded herself, that he might consider that matters were evenly balanced. She was being given a home, and enough money to make it thoroughly comfortable; also a certain position as mistress of the Manor. Would not that compensate for loneliness, and constant contentions with unmanageable children? She shook her head with a smile, and then encountered a look from Justin; rather a searching look, as if he were trying to probe her thoughts. "You are very capable," he said briefly, and she made no reply. Presently she got up from her seat. "Good night," she said. "I suppose I shall see you in the morning before you go? What time do you start?" "Nine o'clock. Good night."