Bob Otway and Dick Fenton were coming down the Vermala slopes together, when they espied the "little widow" on the path below the hotel. Her appearance reminded them that more than a week had passed since they had seen her at the chalet, and that it had been a time of events never to be forgotten. To be candid, the boys had changed very much during these wonder-working days. They had even come, as Bob admitted ruefully, to speak of such mysteries as drainage and water supply. The realities were gripping them and romance already cried out. "Why, it’s Lady Delayne, Bob—don’t you see her? We really ought to pull up and tell her what has happened." Bob agreed, and, as a testimony to his approval, did a wonderful telemarque which came near to dashing out his brains against a tree. It was just twelve o’clock of a glorious day, and both the boys hungering for lunch. But they could not pass by Lily Delayne, even at the bidding of a mountain appetite, and so they shot down wildly to the path and confronted her, as two loping bears emerging suddenly upon their prey. Lily was dressed in black, and wore a wide motor hat and a heavy veil. For an instant she smiled kindly upon the boys, then relapsed to that pensive air which seemed inseparable from her natural mood. "Why," she said, "here are the truants. Let me see, ten days, yes, just ten days since the embassy, is it not, Mr. Otway? And black silence all this time; now, really, is not that ingratitude?" Bob admitted that it was; Dick hung his head and looked sheepish. "You see," said the former, "we found it was all right, and so we didn’t want to trouble you. It’s a beastly thing to have to speak about money, and I wouldn’t have any girl believe that it’s her money I want. When I heard from Mrs. Rider that Nellie had three hundred a year, I knew we could just rub along, and what more does any fellow want? Of course, we can’t keep a motor on that, and I shall have to play golf once a week, instead of twice. But it’s something to be able to pay your way these hard times, and the fellow who can’t give up something for the sake of a pretty girl isn’t much good." Dick was more explicit. "I’m rather sorry Marjory has the money," he said with conviction. "I don’t believe marriages are made in heaven, or that sort of nonsense; but I do believe that young people should be content to start in a small way, and that if a man is to get on, his own brains should push him. It can’t be helped, of course, and Mrs. Rider is so pleased about it that I believe she’d double their allowance for a nod. She’s flirting like one o’clock with old Gordon Snagg, and it wouldn’t astound me if she married him." "And struck another!" interposed Bob, whose alternations of melancholy and gladness were a delight to hear. Lily was so much amused by them that she encouraged him to talk; and saying that she, also, was returning to lunch, they all set off down the mountain together.