She had a charming place on the Thames, just below Maidenhead, left her by her mother, a low, rambling, creeper-covered house, with one foot in the river, one in the garden. Here she often entertained from Saturday till Monday, not with any mistaken notion that it was a rest, after the bustle and fatigue of London, to get into the tranquillity of Thames-side, but in order to bustle more than ever. London, it was true, was sufficiently busy, but in London one was not in evidence, anyhow, until eleven or so in the morning; and while in London, also, even if there were people in the house, they looked after themselves, and need only be given their beds and their food. But at Bray the bustle began earlier, since, as this was the country, everyone thought it necessary to play a round of golf, or row wildly on the Thames, before the day began at all; while nobody ever went to bed till nearly morning, since in the country nobody need get up. Thurso and Maud were going to motor down with her on Saturday afternoon, but as Maud had not appeared at the time appointed, it was to be taken for granted that she was doing other things, and would find her way down on her own account. Catherine, on the other hand, like most busy people, was punctual to the minute. "Well, she's not here," she said, as she stepped into the car, "and, really, we can't wait, Thurso. Unless we start now, people will get there before we do, and that is never considered quite polite." "No, it's as well to be in one's house if one has asked people to stay in it," he remarked, "though they probably get on beautifully without one." He got in after her, but stood for a moment with his hand on the door, as if wanting to give Maud another minute. Her eye happened to fall on it, and she saw it was trembling. The next moment he sat down, caught her eye, and looked away again, flushing a little. There was something aimlessly furtive about all this which was unlike him. But all this week she had been a little uneasy about him; he had seemed nervous, easily startled, uncertain of himself. And as they started, though caresses were not frequent between them, she laid her ungloved hand on his. "Thurso, old boy," she said, "are you well? There is nothing the matter with you?" He started at her touch, and withdrew his hand. "I beg your pardon," he said, "but your rings are so cold. Yes, I am perfectly well. I don't know why you ask." "Because you don't look very well," she said. "Maud told me you had had several very bad headaches up in the North." "I had; but this is rather ancient history, is it not? It has not occurred to you to inquire about them during the last ten days." "Maud only told me this morning," she said. "I have had no return of them since I came to town."