The car was waiting; Seymour was yawning and looking at his watch. The Nun said her farewells, but not one to Harry Belfield, who had already strolled off along the road. Not very polite of Harry! "Did you like the speeches, Seymour?" she inquired. "Mr. Foot, of course, is a good speaker. The other gentlemen did very well for such a meeting as this, Miss Flower. Mr. Belfield is very promising." "Was I in good voice?" "Very fair. But you had better not use it much in the open air. Not good for the chords, Miss Flower." Meanwhile he had skilfully tucked her in with Billy Foot, and off they went, Billy comforting himself after his labours with a pull at his flask and a very big cigar. "I've made you do some work for the good cause to-night, Doris," he remarked. "A song or two goes jolly well at a meeting." "Thinking of enlisting me in your own service?" she asked. "You'd be uncommon valuable. The man they're putting up against me has got a pretty wife." Billy allowed himself a glance; it met with inadequate appreciation. "Oh, I'll come and sing for you if you ask me, Billy." Her voice sounded absent. She was enjoying the motion and the air, but her thoughts were with Vivien Wellgood, the girl who had been so kind, and whose eyes had gone blank when the Nun wished her happiness. "Yes, Harry's off colour," said Billy, puffing away with much enjoyment. "He can't take anything right; didn't even like your story!" "Why, you brought it in so cleverly, Billy!" "Harry asked me what I thought they'd make of that kind of rot. It seemed to me they took it all right. Rather liked it, didn't they?" The Nun turned to him suddenly. "That girl isn't happy." "There's something up!" Billy concluded. "Do you know that Miss Vintry well?" Billy took his cigar out of his mouth and looked at her. "You do jump to conclusions." "Oh, I know Harry better than any of you." "Do you?" he asked, seeming just a little disturbed. The Nun marked his disturbance with a side glance of amusement, but she was not diverted from the main line of her thoughts. "He doesn't want me to come to Meriton--" "I say, Doris, did Harry Belfield ever try to--?" "Tales out of school? I thought you knew me, Billy."