Winn said nothing. He got up and began cutting ham at the sideboard. His mother hesitated a moment; but as she had only roused one of her men, she made a further effort in the direction of the other. "The girl's a mean-spirited little liar," she observed. "I wouldn't take her as a housemaid." "You may have to take her as a daughter-in-law, though," Winn remarked without turning round from the sideboard. [Illustration: "You may have to take her as a daughter-in-law, though," Winn remarked without turning round from the sideboard] Sir Peter grunted. He didn't like this at all, but he couldn't very well say so without appearing to agree with his wife, a thing he had carefully avoided doing for thirty years. Lady Staines rose and gathered up her letters. "You're of age," she said to her son, "and you've had about as much experience of civilized women as a European baby has of crocodiles, and you'll be just about as safe and clever with them. As for you, Peter, pray don't trouble to tell me what you think of the Fanshawes in a year's time. You've never had a tenant you haven't had a lawsuit with yet, and this time you'll be adding Winn's divorce proceedings to your other troubles. I should think you might begin to save toward the damages now." Sir Peter's oaths accompanied his wife across the dining-room to the door, which her son opened ceremoniously for her. Their eyes crossed like swords. "If I get that girl, you'll be nice to her," Winn said in a low voice. "As long as you are," replied Lady Staines, with a grim smile. He did not bang the door after her, as she had hoped; instead, he went to see the girl. CHAPTER II It was eleven o'clock when Winn arrived at the Fanshawes. Estelle was barely dressed, she always slept late, had her breakfast in bed, and gave as much trouble as possible to the servants. However, when she heard who had called to see her, she sent for a basket and some roses, and five minutes later strolled into the drawing-room, with her hat on, and the flowers in her hands. Her mother stayed in the garden and nervously thought out the lunch. Winn seized the basket out of Estelle's hands, took her by the wrists, and drew her to the window. She wasn't frightened of him, but she pretended to be. She said, "Oh, Major Staines!" She looked as soft and innocent as a cream-fed kitten. Winn cleared his throat. It made him feel rather religious to look at her. He did not of course see her as a kitten; he saw her approximately as an angel. "Look here," he said, "my name's Winn." "You're hurting my wrists," she murmured. He dropped them. "Winn," she said under her breath. "I say," he said after a moment's pause, "would you mind marrying me?" Estelle lifted her fine China blue eyes to his. They weren't soft, but they could sometimes look very mysterious. "Oh," she said, "but, Winn--it's so sudden--so soon!"