“What was her name?” asked Charlotte.
“Sophie Chalk.”
LADY JENKINS.
LIGHT.
I.
Tod arrived at Lefford. I met him at the train, just as I had met Miss Cattledon, who was with us still. As we walked out of the station together, many a man cast a glance after the tall, fine young fellow—who looked strong enough to move the world, if, like Archimedes, the geometrician of Syracuse, he had only possessed the necessary lever.
“Shall you be able to stay a week, Tod?”
“Two weeks if they’d like it, Johnny. How you have picked up, lad!”
“Picked up?”