"Ah," he said eloquently, "that was a moment! I am ashamed of my ingratitude; but, my dear young lady, if you could have felt--" "I know," I said humbly. "Eight stone six. But I had no choice; and at the worst, it was not so bad as being spilt into the road." "Indeed, yes. I am under the impression that I owe you a great deal. It is difficult to express--" "Please don't!" I said hastily. "I could hardly have done less, but I could very easily have done it in a less clumsy way; and--it's so embarrassing to be thanked! Let us talk of something else. Would you care to see our garden? We have worked very hard at it all spring, and are so proud of our effects. We love showing people round!" Then I suddenly remembered and blushed, and glanced guiltily at the Squire, to discover that he was doing exactly the same at me, and we all three got up in a hurry, and disputed who should push the bath-chair. The Squire did it, of course, and Charmion and I walked one on each side and played show-women, and the dear old man admired everything he saw, and asked for seeds in the autumn, and offered _us_ seeds in return, and did everything nice and polite that nice polite people do do on garden visits. As for the Squire, he kept on saying nothing. Our tour ended at the gate, and when we said our final good-byes, General Underwood explained he was not up to calling, as he was often unable to go out, but that at any time, if we could spare half an hour to visit _him_, it would be doing a kindness to a lonely old man. "And will you allow me to wish you much happiness and prosperity in your beautiful home?" Charmion thanked him with serene unconsciousness, and the Squire and I stared elaborately into space, so elaborately that on parting we made two separate dives before we succeeded in finding each other's hands. Then the valet came forward, and the little procession turned out of the gate. "Charmion," I said solemnly, "I feel a worm. That dear, heroic old man! I wish we had let him have `Pastimes' ten times over." "Mistaken heroism, my dear. He can be still more heroic at `Uplands'." "Er--what do you think of--the other one?" "Er--honestly, Evelyn, I don't think of him at all!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mrs Maplestone has called, and the three or four other county magnates, none of them particularly interesting from our point of view. We are now formally and definitely "received," and the first result has been a violent increase of intimacy on the part of the Vicar's wife. I think she has always "hankered" to know us, but not having enough individuality to act for herself, she has waited for a lead before taking the plunge.