"A letter from Lance. He wants to pay us a visit."
"He is always welcome. How soon?"
"In a week or ten days. I'm afraid he'll find it dull."
"Ivor's not given to dulness." The Vicar vanished, and Magda asked in an interested tone—
"Is that the Mr. Ivor who fell into the crevasse? Do you know him? His name is Lancelot, I'm sure."
"We are first cousins; and he has always been like a younger brother to me. He is a dear fellow."
"I've never seen him, but he is Rob's friend."
"Yes, he has spoken of your brother. Come and see his likeness."
She went into the dining-room, and produced a framed photograph, which the girl studied.
"What a fine face!" she said. Then putting it down, she took up a second, asking—"And who is this?"