"Colonel Hawthorne is calling you; had not you better go and get some air?" Miss Bush suggested graciously. "It would be most beneficial, I am sure, to you, on this fine morning!" "I daresay you are right--Well, I will go--only some day perhaps you will pay me some wages after all!" "Is that a threat?" "Not in the least"; he went towards the door. "Don't be cross--and when you have time will you come and see the pictures in the gallery?" "Yes--I would love that," and her face brightened. "But you had better ask Lady Garribardine if I may." "All right--Leave it to me--_Au revoir!_" and he was gone. As he went down the stairs, he thought that it was a good idea of his aunt's to have had the smoking-room removed to this wing of the house. It had only been done that autumn, so that the shooters could go straight in if they pleased, by the side door. Katherine did not continue her typing for a moment after she was left alone. Her brows were contracted. She was thinking deeply. Mr. Strobridge might not be quite so easy to rule as Charlie Prodgers. She had heard that thoroughbred racers required the lightest hand, and also that there were moments when nothing would control them, neither bridle, nor whip, nor spur. She must think out her plan of action coolly. It was necessary for what she required of him that his desire to please her should surmount all other things. At the present stage it would be difficult to get him to talk sense--but she would do her best to make him do so. This point settled, she went on with her work again undisturbed. Gerard Strobridge found old Tom Hawthorne a tiresome companion, on their prowl round the stables, and soon escaped to his aunt's sitting-room; he must somehow arrange for Katherine to see the pictures with him after lunch. Lady Garribardine was reading the _Times_ when he came in, and looked up delightedly. She enjoyed converse with her favourite at any hour. They talked of many things; politics in chief. Her Ladyship's views were Tory to the backbone, but she had a speculative cynical lightness which leavened any retrogressive tendencies. Gerard often disagreed with her just to draw out her views. She loathed the Radical government. It aroused her fiercest sarcasms and contempt.