"Yes, he must go and do some work, while I hold the fort for him at home. Landed property needs a great deal of attention nowadays, Mr. Austin." Again he smiled, but now wearily, as though his stewardship were a heavy burden. The laughing pair burst into the room. Amyas was flushed, Jenny seemed out of breath; they had a great joke to tell. "We've found a picture of Miss Driver in the West Gallery," cried Amyas. "Really it must be her--it's exactly like!" "Fancy my picture being in your house all this time, Lord Fillingford--and you never told me!" Fillingford was looking intently at Jenny now. He raised his brows a little and smiled, as the result of his survey. "Yes--I'm afraid I know which picture Amyas means, though I don't often go to the West Gallery. The one on the right of the north door, Amyas?" "Yes--in a wonderful gown all over pearls, you know." "Who is she--besides me?" asked Jenny. "Because I believe she has a look of me really." "She's an ancestress--a collateral ancestress at least--of ours. She was one of Queen Elizabeth's ladies. But we're not proud of her--and you mustn't be proud of the likeness--if there is one, Miss Driver." "But I am proud of it. I think she's very pretty--and some day I'll have a gown made just like that." "Why aren't we proud of her, father?" asked young Lacey. "She got into sad disgrace--and very nearly into the Tower, I believe. Elizabeth made her kinsman Lord Lacey--one of my predecessors--take her away from Court and bring her down to the country. Here she was kept--in fact more or less imprisoned. But it didn't last many years. Smallpox carried her off, poor thing--it was very bad in these parts about 1590--and, unluckily for her, before the queen died. "What was her name?" "Mistress Eleanor Lacey." "And what had she done?" pursued Jenny, full of interest. "Ah, well, what was the truth about it--who can tell now? It was never important enough to get put on record. But the family tradition is that the Queen was jealous of her place in Leicester's affections." He smiled at Jenny. "I wish Amyas had found you a more acceptable prototype!" "Oh, I don't know," said Jenny thoughtfully. "I like her looks. Do you believe that what they said was true?" "I'm sorry to say that, again according to the family tradition, it was." Our dog-cart had been ready for some minutes. Jenny said good-by, and both father and son escorted her to the door. "I hope we shall see you at dinner as soon as my sister comes back," said Fillingford, as he helped her to mount into the cart. "We must have a little festivity for Amyas before he joins." Jenny was all thanks and cordiality, and drove off smiling and waving her hand gayly. "Isn't that really rather interesting about Eleanor Lacey? Mind you go and see the picture next time you're there! It's really very like." I promised to see the picture, and asked her how she had got on with Fillingford.