"Well?" she asked, standing by the table, and wasting no time in formal greetings.
"Oh, it's all right," said he.
"You got my telegram?"
"Your telegram, Mrs. Dennison?" said he with a smile.
"I mean—the telegram," she corrected herself, smiling in her turn.
"Oh, yes," said Ruston, and he took a step towards her. "I've seen Lord Semingham," he added.
"Yes? And these horrid Germans are out of the way?"
"Yes; and Semingham is letting his shooting this year."
She laughed, and glanced at him as she asked,
"Then it cost a great deal?"