'Come along then, old woman,' and Jimmy lifts up his niece, 'but I say, Lippa, don't you think it would be just as well to be out of the way when Paul comes.' 'Perhaps it would,' answers she, 'and you had better take Teddy with you as well.' Jimmy has just turned the corner of the house, when he runs straight into Paul and the lady he saw in the train. There is no time to retreat, so he says, 'How do you do?' and the baby puts further conversation out of the question, by beginning to howl, Jimmy in the bottom of his heart feels thankful for it, though aloud he says, 'I must depart with this tiresome person, come along Teddy.' The baby deposited in the nursery, he keeps out of the way till tea-time, when he finds them all seated round a table still in the garden. Clotilde had at first refused to see anyone, but Paul persuaded her at length, 'Sooner or later, you must,' he had said, 'you know Mabel, and Lippa is a dear little girl.' 'But--' and Clotilde had looked up at her husband with those large dark eyes of hers 'they will--' 'The past will be forgotten,' was his reply, spoken sadly and quietly. And now she seems to be more at her ease. 'Have some tea, Jimmy,' says Philippa as he approaches. 'No thanks, it is too hot,' he replies. 'Come and sit then,' suggests Mabel pushing forward an empty chair, into which he sinks. 'Well, lazy boy, what have you been doing,' this from Lippa who is eating strawberries with apparent relish. 'Nothing,' is the yawned reply. 'Not even thinking of me,' and Lippa looks coquettishly at him from under her large shady hat. 'No, indeed, why should I, but you may as well spare me one strawberry.' 'Certainly not,' says she, 'this is my last one' (gradually raising it to her lips), 'not unless you say, you thought of me, all the time.' 'Oh, well, if you must! I thought of no one but you, I saw you in every one I met, even the gardener.' 'That's rude,' she says, 'but you may as well have this,' extending to him the coveted strawberry, with an adorable smile. 'What a silly child you are,' is all the thanks she gets. But some one has driven up, in a very old fly, to the front door and Mrs Dalrymple is watching to see who it is. 'Chubby,' she exclaims as a man gets out clothed in an extraordinary check suit. 'No one else could have clothes like that.' There is no doubt about its being Lord Helmdon, he has caught sight of them and is coming towards them, looking decidedly hot and dusty. 'Do look at him,' says Paul, though there is absolutely no need, as they are all gazing at him. 'Hullo,' says Jimmy, 'who would have thought of seeing you here!' 'Eh! what,' is the inevitable answer. 'Dear Mrs Dalrymple,' he goes on, shaking her vigourously by the hand, 'I am stopping not far from here,--I thought you would not mind my coming over to see you, what!' 'She didn't say a word,' says Jimmy still reclining in the armchair, 'you didn't give her time.'