The countess failed to rouse much enthusiasm in the earl about the tomb of his ancestor, but the dowager was glad he was with God; Bella had a subject for another story; and Tufton photographed it. The next day the wind seemed likely to shift round into the north, and _The Whirligig_ left the exposed harbor, traveling past the mighty limestone cliffs of the Dorian promontory, past Cos and many other islands, until once more her anchor was dropped in the sheltered blue waters of Aphros. There were interminable discussions at the house of Monsieur and Madame Venieris; but there was no doubt whatever that Agnes was married. "And do you know, my dear Doodles," her sister added, when they were alone, "do you know I believe I'm already going to have a baby?" Dorothy could stand no more; but when she begged that all speed should be made for England there came a series of breathless days during which Tony stalked the mouflon on the heights of Antaphros. In the end he actually did hit one, and though it fell at the foot of a difficult precipice he scrambled down somehow, raised the carcass with ropes, and rowed triumphantly away with it to the yacht. Houston tossed him double or quits for the sovereign he had won; Tony won five tosses in succession and thirty-two pounds. "My luck's in," he shouted, gleefully. "Come on, Houston, full speed ahead. I want to see my horses again." When the yacht reached Plymouth the whole party went ashore and traveled up to Clare. "Yes," Houston admitted to Dorothy, "I can understand the appeal this sort of thing must have for anybody. It must be glorious here in summer. I suppose the deer look after themselves? Yes, it's a wonderful old place." A week after their guests had left Tony and Dorothy followed them to London. "Oh, by the way, Doodles," said Tony at Paddington, "I ought to have explained before, but I've got a little surprise for you. I had to sell one hundred and twenty-nine. I was offered a nailing good price." "And where are we going to live?" she asked. "Well, that's the surprise. You'll never guess. I've taken your old flat in Halfmoon Street." Dorothy looked at Tony. "You're not angry?" he asked. "I think I'm past anger," she said, dully. While they were driving to their new abode Dorothy decided that it would be easy to convince her family that such a romantic marriage was the right thing for Agnes, because her arguments would come from the depths of her heart. "And _I_ shall be twenty-nine in March," she kept thinking. "Of course I kept all your favorite things," Tony was saying. "I sold the rest. The pictures fetched a deuced poor price. I hope that if the Clare pictures ever have to go I shall have more luck with them." "I wonder you don't offer to sell me," said Dorothy, bitterly. He squeezed her arm affectionately.