Moreover they were becoming real good friends, and she imagined that she understood him. She had been too much alone this week. His magnificent and kindly sanity would make her laugh a little over the impressions that had haunted her in the gardens of Latimer.
CHAPTER XII
A WEEK’S DISCOVERY
Those who saw Lynette’s swoop towards her heroine attached no esoteric meaning to its publicity. A sage green frock and a bronze gold head went darting between the figures on the Fernhill lawn.
Mrs. Brocklebank, who could stop most people in full career, as a policeman halts the traffic in the city, discovered that it was possible for her largeness to be ignored.
“Lynette, my dear, come and show me——”
Lynette whisked past her unheedingly. Mrs. Brocklebank tilted her glasses.
“Dear me, how much too impetuous that child is. I am always telling Gertrude that she is far too wild and emotional.”
Mrs. Lankhurst, who was Mrs. Brocklebank’s companion for the moment, threw back an echo.