“Completely unspoiled.”
“Oh, decidedly.”
“I am so glad that he was able to come after all. That telegram he sent this afternoon cancelling his visit seemed so curt and final.”
“So I thought it.”
“Almost as if he had taken offence at something and decided to have nothing to do with us.”
“Quite.”
Lady Constance shivered delicately. A cool breeze had sprung up. She drew her wrap more closely about her shapely shoulders, and began to walk to the house. Baxter did not accompany her. The moment she had gone he switched off the light and sat down, chin in hand. That massive brain was working hard.
CHAPTER VIII
CONFIDENCES ON THE LAKE