She drove away. David, too, turned to take his leave.
"So nice of you to entertain our little visitor," Letitia said, smiling graciously upon him. "She is charming, isn't she?"
"Quite," he replied.
"I'll show you a way into the park from the flower gardens," she continued. "It saves you a little."
She led the way across the lawn, very erect, very graceful, very indifferent. David walked by her side with his hands behind him.
"You must find these country pursuits a relaxation after your more strenuous life," she observed.
"I find them very pleasant."
"To-morrow," Letitia told him, "my aunt arrives for a day or two. You are almost as popular with her, you know, as you seem to be with Sylvia."
"The Duchess," he repeated. "I did not know that she was coming here. She was kind enough to ask me to go to Scotland later on."
"You will be very foolish if you don't go, then," Letitia advised. "The Rossdale grouse moors are almost the best in Scotland. Aunt Caroline is staying here for two days on her way to Harrogate. You must dine with us on Thursday night. She will be so disappointed if she does not see you at once."