I
On a sunny morning in mid-January Louie Causton went to see, but not necessarily to be seen by, her father. Captain Cecil Chaffinger accompanied her. As they walked across Richmond Park they talked.
"You're sure the walk isn't too much for you, Mops?" said the Captain solicitously.
She pressed his arm. "No, I'm ever so much better for it."
"We could get a cart or something at the Star and Garter, you know."
"I'd much rather walk, Chaff. We can take the train back."
"All right, little Mops."
They walked for a few minutes in silence; then—
"That woman wasn't—wasn't a beast, was she?" Chaff asked.
"Mrs. Leggat?"