“Let's move on,” said Romayne to his sister. “We must be going, Kathleen dear,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “You will soon be coming to see us?” “Yes, indeed, you may be sure. It is so good to see you,” replied the girl warmly, as Mrs. Waring-Gaunt kissed her good-bye. “Good-bye, Mr. Romayne; we must finish our discussion another time.” “Always at your service,” replied Mr. Romayne, “although I am rather afraid of you. Thank you again for your hospitality. Good-bye.” He held her hand, looking down into the blue depths of her eyes until as before the crimson in her face recalled him. “Good-bye. This has been a wonderful day to me.” He mounted his horse, lifted his hat, and rode off after his sister. “What sort of a chap is the Johnnie?” said Jack to his sister as they rode away. “Not a bad sort at all; very bright fellow, quite popular in this community with the young fellows. He has lots of money, you know, and spends it. Of course, he is fearfully German, military style and all that.” “Seems to own that girl, eh?” said Jack, glancing back over his shoulder at the pair. “Oh, the two families are quite intimate. Ernest and his sister were in Larry's musical organisations and they are quite good friends.” “By Jove, Sybil, she is wonderful! Why didn't you give me a hint?” “I did. But really, she has come on amazingly. That college in Winnipeg--” “Oh, college! It is not a question of college!” said her brother impatiently. “It's herself. Why, Sybil, think of that girl in London in a Worth frock. But no! That would spoil her. She is better just as she is. Jove, she completely knocked me out! I made a fool of myself.” “She has changed indeed,” said his sister. “She is a lovely girl and so simple and unaffected. I have come really to love her. We must see a lot of her.” “But where did she get that perfectly charming manner? Do you realise what a perfectly stunning girl she is? Where did she get that style of hers?” “You must see her mother, Jack. She is a charming woman, simple, quiet, a Quaker, I believe, but quite beautiful manners. Her father, too, is a gentleman, a Trinity man, I understand.” “Well,” said her brother with a laugh, “I foresee myself falling in love with that girl in the most approved style.” “You might do worse,” replied his sister, “though I doubt if you are not too late.” “Why? That German Johnnie?” “Well, it is never wise to despise the enemy. He really is a fine chap, his prospects are very good; he has known her for a long while, and he is quite mad about her.” “But, good Lord, Sybil, he's a German!”