"England is delightful," she said with decision. "I find it simply delightful, from Mrs. Antrobus upward or downward. Just think, Lord Vail, I have not been here for three years! What has happened since then?"
"To whom?"
"To anybody. You, for example."
"Have I not told you? I have come of age. I have found the Luck."
Evie threw the grass spearwise down wind. She had not exactly meant to speak so personally.
"Ah, the Luck!" she exclaimed. "Lord Vail, do promise to show it me!"
Thereat Harry again grew bold.
"Nothing easier," he said. "I have to go down to Vail next week. Persuade Lady Oxted to bring you down for a day or two. The Luck is the only inducement, I am afraid; it and some big, bare, Wiltshire downs."
"Big, large, and open?" she asked.
"All that. Does it please you?"