Bracknell would have liked to ask why such as she should continue to live in the wilderness; but he repressed his curiosity, and looking round smiled again.
“Your solitude is not without its amenities. I did not think there was such a room as this anywhere in the north. It reminds one of home!”
“You are English, of course?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered. “I come from Kendal, in Westmorland.”
“Kendal?” There was an accent of surprise in her voice.
“You know Kendal?” he inquired quickly.
“Yes,” she answered. “I have stayed in the neighbourhood. Are you any relation of Sir James Bracknell of Harrowfell?”
“My uncle and guardian,” he smilingly replied.
Joy Gargrave looked at him thoughtfully. “I have met your uncle,” she said slowly. “I should scarcely have looked for his nephew in the Mounted Police.”