Again there was a silence. Then:
“What can we do?” asked Miss Tibbutt simply.
Trix laughed, though her eyes were grave. “You, angel, can pray. Of course I shall, too. But I’m going to do quite a lot of thinking, and keeping my eyes open as well. And now I am going right round this perfectly heavenly garden once more, and then, I suppose, it will be time to dress for dinner.”
Swinging herself off the table, she departed waving her hand to Miss Tibbutt before she turned a corner by a yew hedge.
“Dear Trix,” murmured Miss Tibbutt.
CHAPTER XX
MOONLIGHT AND THEORIES
The little party of two men and two women were assembled in the drawing-room. Trix had not yet put in an appearance. But, then, the dinner gong had not sounded. Trix invariably saved her reputation for punctuality by appearing on the last stroke.