Many of those present were known to the baronet and his wife, but there were some who were strangers to them.
Introductions as usual took place—the requisite bowing and courtesies followed.
On the lawn were one or two croquet parties, and seated around were groups of persons, who did not play themselves, but elected to be passive spectators.
These had before them iced drinks of every possible description. Aveline took a stroll in the grounds with her friend Lady Marvlynn, who was as lively and loquacious as usual. An opportunity was thus afforded of taking stock of the guests.
“There are many here to day,” said Aveline, “who are to me strangers.”
“Oh, yes, of course, my dear. That is but natural, you know, but I am sure you’ll like them; at least, I hope so. You see that elderly gentleman sitting next to the lady in pink?”
“Yes. I don’t know him—do I?”
“I think not. He is a most wonderful man, has been in every part of the world.”
“He’s in the army I should imagine.”
“Yes.”