What did she know? The acquaintanceship of Breton's man-servant and Dorchester had produced the fact of Rachel's visit, of letters--but wasn't that all? Amongst the strange mingled visions that now crossed and recrossed her brain it were hard to say what were real and what phantasmal. But granted that the two of them had come together at all, why then it was plain enough to anyone who knew them that only one result was possible--Poor Roddy ... _her_ poor Roddy! But she did not know even now that she intended to tell him anything; her sense of the pain that that revelation would give to him held her, but as the minutes passed her delight at being back once more in this gay, bustling world (yes, she liked its new invigorating noises) the sense of power that she had, and youth, and strength, spun her brain to finest cobwebs of entanglements. She was glad to be with her Roddy again, it was only fair that, helpless as he was, there should still be someone to guard and protect him ... to protect him, yes! Her eyes flashed at the photograph. But for a long time they talked in precisely their old fashion. The War, friends and enemies, victories and defeats, marriages and deaths; Roddy seemed, for a time, the old Roddy. And then gradually through it all there pushed towards her the consciousness that he was doing it now to please her; more than that, again and again she was aware that some bitter jest, some sharp distraction, some fierce criticism had been turned by him deftly aside--simply rejected with a deftness and a strength that the old Roddy could never have summoned. Here again then--and it stabbed her there in the midst of her new pride and confidence--was a reminder that her power, her sovereignty had vanished! Was Roddy also to be beyond her influence, Roddy whom she had had at her feet since he was a boy of sixteen? The photograph smiled across at her--She bent forward, her hand raised a little as though to lend emphasis to her words--"And then you know, Roddy, I'm still troubled with my abominable relation----" "What! Breton? Why, how's he been behaving?" Roddy's voice was scornful. "Oh! he's not _done_ anything that I know of--But he's always there--so tiresome to have him so close, and John and Adela have grown so peculiar lately that there's no knowing--They may ask him in to tea one day----" "Oh no, they won't," said Roddy. "He must be the most awful outsider." "I wanted to speak about him to you because I thought you might give a word of warning to Rachel----" "To Rachel?" Roddy's voice was amazed. "Yes--She's become such a friend of his! Surely you know? That's what makes it so difficult for me--When one's own granddaughter----" "Rachel! A friend of Breton's! But I didn't know she'd ever spoken to him--Look here, Duchess, you must explain----"