"Dear me, where does she come from?" drawled Miss Fashion.
But now Mr. Kindred's eyes came to the front and declared themselves.
"She comes from home," he said. "Excuse me, I am late"; and with another touch of his cap Magnus sprang away up the path about as fast as a man could go and not run.
"He has magnificent eyes," said Miss Beguile.
"Yes, but no use," said Miss Dangleum. "I cannot bring that man to terms, do what I will."
"Flinty, is he?" said Miss Beguile. "Well, I mean to get hold of him, girls, I give you notice. He's the sort of man I like."
"Is there any sort you don't like, Bessie?" said Miss Fashion.
"Oh, it's always great fun to have men round, no matter what sort they are," confessed her friend. "But the unapproachable is my dearest choice, every time."