"Mr. Gifford has not had much opportunity yet of seeing how far it has altered, with this tragic affair to upset everything," Morriston put in.
"No, it has been a most unlucky time for him to revisit Wynford," Miss Morriston added in her cold tone. "I hope Mr. Gifford is not going to hurry away from the neighbourhood in consequence."
"Not if I can prevent it," Kelson replied, with a laugh.
"I hope," Morriston said hospitably, "that whether his stay be short or long Mr. Gifford will consider himself quite at home here. And I need not say, my dear Kelson, that invitation includes you."
Both men thanked him. "We have already done a little trespassing in your park," Kelson observed with a laugh.
"Please don't call it trespassing again," Miss Morriston commanded. "Let me give you another cup of tea, Muriel."
"The old house looks most picturesque by moon-light," observed Lord
Painswick. "I was quite fascinated by it the other night."
"There is a full moon now," Gifford said. "We will stroll round and admire when we leave."
"Don't stroll over the edge of the haha as I very nearly did one night," Morriston said laughingly. "When it lies in the shadow of the house it is a regular trap."
"Moonlight has its dangers as well as its beauties," Painswick murmured sententiously.