"I hope not," said Green.
Juliet got up quietly and moved to join her—a tall woman of gracious outlines with the poise of a princess.
"You know all about everything," she said to him, in passing. "Come and read the weather for us!"
He followed her. They stood together at the open French window, looking out on to the stormy sunset.
"It isn't coming back," said Green, after a pause.
Mrs. Fielding gave him a brief, contemptuous glance. Juliet regarded him more openly, a glint of mockery in her eyes.
"You are sure to be right," she said.
He made her a bow. "Many thanks, Miss Moore! I think I am on this occasion at least. We shall have a fine day for the Graydown races to-morrow."
"Are you keen on racing?" asked Juliet.
He laughed. "I've no time for frivolities of that sort."