He had seen the change in her; he had sometimes wondered if his father had paid attentions to her, then dismissed the idea as ridiculous. "Is it absurd?" he asked. "You must know it is," she said, with emphasis. "The governor was rather a ladies' man," he said smiling. He saw she was uncomfortable, and teased her. "He was very polite and considerate," she replied. "More polite than his son, according to your version," he answered. "I never said so." "Not in so many words. You said I neglected my best friends." "And it is true; you haven't been to see me for a month." "I have explained why. I say, Eve----" "Yes." "Did you miss me? I mean did you want me to come and see you?" "I did." "You really missed me?" he asked again. "Very much. Are you not my nearest neighbor? Have we not been old friends for many years? I do not like to lose old friends," she said. "There is no danger of losing me. That will rest with yourself; I am always at your commands," he answered. "Always?" she asked. "Whenever you want me," he replied. Want him! Did she not always want him? Why was he so blind? "If there is war you will go on active service?" she said. "I hope so; I don't want to remain here, kicking my heels in idleness," he replied with a laugh. "No; I suppose that is natural. I shall miss you very much." "It's nice to be missed. I'm a lucky fellow, Eve." "Are you?" "Yes; there's many a man would like to hear you say that--the Baron, for instance," he said. She shrugged her shoulders. "I think you are mistaken about the Baron," she said. "He admires you, and didn't he give you the winner of the Derby?" "But not the Hunt Cup," she replied with a laugh. "No; but he wasn't far out," said Alan. "Then there's Harry Morby; he's your devoted slave." "Is he? There's not much of the slave about him," she replied, smiling. "I suppose he's sorry you are not in your old regiment." "He says so; I really believe he is." "The Sherwoods are a famous cavalry regiment?" she asked. "They bear an honored name, they have seen some service. I am lucky to get in there." "You were always a good soldier." "Glad you think so. There'll be no feather-bed soldiering this time." "You seem positive there will be war?" "Yes; absolutely certain." "It will be a terrible thing." "Awful; the slaughter will be great." "And hundreds of thousands will lose their lives?" "Yes; no doubt about that." "I shall pray for your safety then, Alan." "Don't get solemn about it--I'm not gone yet. You'll do as I ask? Just run over to Trent Park sometimes and let me know how things are going on. Sam Kerridge said I must tell you he'd always be very pleased to show you over the stud--good fellow, Sam. What else do you think he said?" "I really can't guess." "And I daren't tell you." "Why not?" "It's personal. Sam has a habit of blurting out what he thinks." "Tell me what he said."