Miss Violet Graham rode on in silence for a moment or two, then she said, in an undertone:
"Have you seen him? Where is he?"
Austin Ambrose cast a cold glance of warning toward the others, and with a little gesture of impatience Violet Graham answered it.
"You are right. Come in to tea, will you?"
"Thanks," he said aloud. "I will leave you now," he added, as they reached the gates; "I will be round as soon as I have put the horse in."
Violet Graham nodded, and immediately joined in conversation with the people near her, and with her usual vivacity exchanged greetings and rapid exclamations with the people who rode or drove by. It seemed as if she knew and was known of everybody!
But presently she pulled up.
"Well, girls, I'm tired out. It really is too hot for any more of it. Any of you come home to tea with me?"
They knew by the way the invitation was given that they were not wanted, and of course declined, and Miss Graham, turning her horse, rode pretty smartly, hot as it was, toward the gate.
In a few minutes she was in her house in Park Lane.