Alwynne was silent, but prompted by an instinct she could not have explained, she turned to Roger, stolid behind his eggs and bacon. She said nothing, but she looked at him desperately. He gave an imperceptible nod. He had been watching her intently. "But, dear Alwynne----" Jean was chirruping her version of Alicia's remarks when Roger's calm voice interrupted-- "I say, Alicia! I thought you and Jean were coming with me! I can't go on the night itself. Of course you must come. Go to your lunch on Sunday--I'll look after Alwynne. But I'm not going up to Compton without you. Spoil all the fun." "Of course, if Roger wants us----" began Jean quickly. "Oh, I didn't want to miss it," retreated Alicia hastily. "I only thought the Swains----But of course Sunday would do." "I met old Swain yesterday," said Roger, "travelled up to town with him. He was very full of his daughter's engagement." "Engagement!" Alicia and Jean swooped to the news, like gulls to a falling crust. It kept them busy till breakfast was over. And Roger returned to his eggs and bacon with never a glance at Alwynne. Alwynne, half an hour later in her own room, fighting certain memories, arguing herself fiercely out of her weakness, had yet time to puzzle her head over Roger Lumsden. How quick he had been--and how kind.... Or had he noticed nothing? Had that adroit change of subject been accidental? That was much more likely. She dismissed him from her mind. She wished she could dismiss all the thoughts that filled her mind as easily. Alwynne was grateful enough to Roger, however, when Tuesday came and he set out for Compton, an aunt on either arm: but on Sunday she had to pay for her non-attendance. Hurrying down, a little late, to lunch, she was half-way through her usual apologies before she realised that neither Jean nor Alicia were in their places. Of course--they were going to the Swain's.... Their nephew, however, waiting gravely behind his chair, admitted her excuses with a little air of acknowledging them to be necessary that ruffled her at once, though she had promised herself to be pleasant. After all, she was staying, as she had told herself several times already, with Jean and Alicia. Once more she applied herself, quite unsuccessfully, to snubbing his air of host. Roger listened to her in some amusement; her ungracious ways disturbed him no more than the rufflings and peckings of an angry bird, and her charming manner to his aunts and occasional whim of friendliness to himself, had prevented him from pigeon-holing her definitely as a pretty young shrew. He was inclined to like her, for Jean and Alicia had confessed themselves absurdly taken with the girl, and he was accustomed to be influenced by their judgment; but the touch of hostility that usually showed itself in her manner to him puzzled as much as it amused him.