"I'm not sure at all," confessed her father. His opinion always carried the greatest weight, and she was so much concerned at this announcement that Arthur felt sorry he had spoken. "You see, Estelle--how can I explain? I think Ray in rather too young to marry." "He's well over twenty." "Yes, but he's young for his age, and the things that he is keen about are not the things that a girl is keen about. I doubt if he will make Sabina happy." "He will if he likes, and I'm sure he will like. He can always make me happy, so, of course, he can make Sabina. He's really tremendously clever and knows all sorts of things. Oh, don't think it's going to be sad, father. I'm sure they're both much too wise to do anything that's going to be sad. Because if Ray--" She stopped, for Raymond himself came in. He had left early that morning to seek a house with Sabina. "What luck?" said Waldron. "We've found something that'll do, I think. Two miles out towards Chidcock. A garden and a decent paddock and a stable. But he'll have to spend some money on the stable. There's a doubt if he will--the landlord, I mean. Sabina likes the house, so I hope it will be all right." Waldron nodded. "If it's Thornton, the horse-dealer, he'll do what you want. He's got houses up there." "It isn't. I haven't seen the man yet." "Well," said his friend, "I don't know what the deuce Estelle and I are going to do without you. We shall miss you abominably." "What shall I do without you? That's more to the point. You've got each other for pals--I--" He broke off and Arthur filled the pregnant pause. "Look here--Estelle wants to give you a wedding present, old man; and so do I. And as we haven't the remotest idea what would be the likeliest thing, don't stand on ceremony, but tell us." "I don't want anything--except to know I shall always be welcome when I drop in." "We needn't tell you that." "But you must want thousands of things," declared Estelle, "everybody does when they're married. And if you don't, I'm sure Sabina does--knives and forks and silver tea kettles and pictures for the walls." "Married people don't want pictures, Estelle; they never look at anything but one another." She laughed. "But the poor walls want pictures if you don't. I believe the walls wouldn't feel comfortable without pictures. Besides you and Sabina can't sit and look at each other all day." "What about a nice little handy 'jingle' for her to trundle about in?" asked Waldron. "As I can't pull it, old chap, it wouldn't be much good. I'm keeping the hunter; but I shan't be able to keep anything else--if that." "How would it be if you sold the hunter and got a nice everyday sort of horse that you could ride, or that Sabina could drive?" asked Estelle. "No," said Waldron firmly. "He doesn't sell his hunter or his guns. These things stand for a link with the outer world and represent sport, which is quite as important as marriage in the general scheme."