CHAPTER 4
THE PROPOSAL
Cyril Sheene, as I have already said was thirty years of age and a bachelor.
He was short and fat and had fair sleek hair parted in the middle, mild blue eyes and a silly sort of expression all over his face.
In ten minutes Helen came down again in a neatly fitting grey jacket and a large straw hat with a few scarlet poppies trailing over the brim. She looked very pretty and Cyril's face shone with pleasure as he regarded her.
"Wont you come out father?" asked Helen, "I suppose we are going on the hills are'nt we Cyril?"
"I thought we might go and sit by the old castle, it is such a glorious day" responded Cyril.
"Do come father" said Helen.
"I don't think I can" said Mr. Winston "I must go to the town this morning"