Mrs. Heriot went to her and laid her hand on the girl's shoulder.
'It was too bad to have to tell you such a sordid story to-day of all days.'
'It is a terrible story, but this wasn't a bad time. I feel very sorry to-day for women who aren't happy.' She started as a motor-horn was faintly heard. 'That's Geoffrey!' She jumped to her feet.
'Mr. Stonor. What makes you think——?'
'Yes, yes. I'm sure. I'm sure!' Every shadow fled out of her face in the sudden burst of sunshine.
Lord John hurried in from the garden as the motor-horn sounded louder.
'Who do you think is coming round the drive?'
Jean caught hold of him. 'Oh, dear! are those other people all about? How am I ever going to be able to behave like a girl who—who isn't engaged to the only man in the world worth marrying!'
'You were expecting Mr. Stonor all the time!' exclaimed Aunt Lydia.
'He promised he'd come to luncheon if it was humanly possible. I was afraid to tell you for fear he'd be prevented.'