She looked alarmed. "Is it important?"
"Very."
"You had better come over to Glen Royd to-morrow morning. I do hope it's not—any mistake I've made?"
He hesitated.
"Well, I'm afraid that's just what it is. But I don't think it's irretrievable."
She was filled with consternation.
"Oh, don't tell me it's structural! We managed that thrust of the wall on the north so splendidly with the buttress."
"It's nothing structural," said Hubert.
They had moved away, talking together, from the foals' enclosure, and were crossing the grass slowly, not knowing whither they went. Sybil Ayres approached them, with two or three gentlemen, some of her military convalescents. She bowed to Melicent, whom she cordially disliked, and was passing on, when one of her companions cried:
"Why, surely that must be Miss Lutwyche! How d'ye do? Didn't expect to see me here, did you?"