"They're worrying Dad on the telephone from London," she exclaimed, laughing merrily. "He gets so out of patience with it. But really it is awfully trying sometimes. They ring you up and then keep you half an hour waiting." "I know," laughed Guy. "My own experience is exactly the same. Why, only the other day I wanted to ring you up, and it took nearly half an hour." As she stood there with the sunlight full upon her face she looked inexpressibly dainty and charming. Truly Guy Nicholson was a lucky man. They were not actually engaged, it seemed, for he had not yet asked Shaw for her hand. Probably Guy hesitated because of the dark suspicion which had entered his mind. I saw the love-light in her magnificent brown eyes, she stood laughing with him, while he took from his case a cigarette, tapped its end lightly, as is the habit of some men, and lit it. A few moments later Shaw joined us, smiling merrily, and as he came up he clapped Guy on the back heartily, saying-- "You two fellows will stay and have dinner, won't you? I'm glad you are friends, as you ought to be." "I really think I must go," I said. "It will take me hours to get home by train." "Train! Why, Gray will drive you back, of course," he cried. "No, never mind about dressing. Asta will excuse us, and you'll stay." So, having glanced at each other meaningly, we both accepted, and very soon were seated in the long handsome dining-room, where the table, laden with splendid old silver, was decorated tastefully with roses. Wheaton served us with due stateliness, yet as I sat watching his grey clean-shaven face, I felt somehow that there was a strange mysterious craftiness in its expression, unusual in the countenance of a gentleman's servant. The manner in which he performed his service was, however, perfect. More than once, during the merry meal, I glanced across at Guy Nicholson, and wondered what were his thoughts. Fortunately he betrayed nothing in his face, for he joked and laughed with his host, and praised the excellent claret which Wheaton had served with such dignity. The girl had eyes only for her lover, while Shaw himself, seated at the head of the table, was full of fun and overflowing geniality. How very strange was the situation! After dinner we took our coffee and liqueurs on the verandah, for the night was breathless and balmy, and the air full of the sweet scent of the flowers. Then after a long gossip alone with Shaw, at half-past ten the car was ordered for me and came round to the front entrance. Before leaving I managed to obtain a word alone with Nicholson. "You'll come over and see me," I asked. "Now, don't disappoint me, will you?"