Ledwith took it: "I suppose I shall not see you again?"
"I'm going to town this afternoon. Good-bye."
Looking back at the turn of the path he saw Ledwith, bent nearly double, terribly intent on his half-bared arm.
Returning in time for luncheon he encountered Sir Charles fresh from the river, and Chrysos prettily sun-burned, just entering the house.
"We broke down," said the girl; "I thought we'd never get back, but Sir Charles is quite wonderful and he mended that very horrid machinery with the point of a file. Think of it, Ricky!—the point of a file!"
Sir Charles laughed and explained the simplicity of the repairs; and Chrysos, not a whit less impressed, stared at him out of her pretty golden eyes with a gaze perilously resembling adoration.
Afterward, by the bay-window upstairs, Quarren said lightly to Molly:
"How about the little Lacy girl and the Baronet?"
"She's an idiot," said Molly, shortly.
"I'm afraid she is."