"Flirt!"
"Well, I don't think it's likely that this Jack-of-all-trades has left that accomplishment out of his list," said the father.
"Rolling stones get on my nerves," objected his daughter, having known none.
"From what his brother says, this one's more like an avalanche."
Amaryllis laughed scornfully.
"Positively overwhelming!" she said. "But I'm sure I shall never——"
"Hush!" said Caldegard, looking towards the house. "Here's his brother."
Sir Randal was turning the corner of the house, with an envelope in his hand.
"Telegram," said Amaryllis softly. "P'r'aps it's the avalanche deferred."
"D'you mind having lunch half an hour earlier, Miss Caldegard?" asked Sir Randal, as he came up. "Dick—my brother—is coming by an earlier train. Just like him, always changing his mind." And he smiled, as if this were merit.