"No," he answered, after a short pause, "I don't know that it does."
But the frown dwelt a little longer on his face.
"Sit down here," she said, and they sat down in full view of Adela and the Baron, about twenty yards off.
"She's mad," murmured Adela, and the Baron muttered assent.
It was the time of the morning when everybody was out. Presently Lord and Lady Semingham strolled by—Lady Semingham did not see Maggie Dennison, her husband did, and Adela caught the look in his eye. Then down from the hill and on to the grass came Marjory Valentine. She saw both couples, and, for a perceptible moment, stood wavering between them. She looked pale and weary. Mrs. Dennison indicated her with the slightest gesture.
"You were asking for her. There she is," she said to Willie Ruston.
"Well, I think I'll go and ask her."
"What?"
"To come for a walk."
"Now?"