Gentle Mavis invariably made friends, and before her visit at The Warren was over she was on quite pleasant terms with Tudor, Gwen, and Babbie.
"You must come again sometime," said Gwen graciously, accompanying her to the door, when Dr Tremayne called for her with the car.
Merle, who had been temporarily left at the bottom of the drive, was waiting for them, and took her place for the homeward journey.
"Well?" she asked eloquently.
"Better than I expected. Babbie's really rather sweet. Gwen showed me her horse, and Tudor actually apologized. I don't dislike him quite as much as I did this morning. He goes to Eton, but he's at home this term because he has been ill. He taught me to play bagatelle after tea, and was wonderfully decent—but, oh no! of course not nearly so nice as Bevis."
"And Bevis, to judge from the way he banged with that mallet, is in a thoroughly bad temper."
"Oh, surely he's got over it by this time?"
"I don't know. I'm afraid he thought us a couple of utter sneaks," grunted Merle.