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A fewover her shoulder, noticed that a fine misty drizzle had clouded the case stroll on the cliffs with Quarrier, before dressing for dinner, was off And she drew a little breath of unconscious relief as Marion Page walked in, her light woollen shooting-jacket, her hat, shoes, and the barrels of the fowling-piece tucked under her left ar frostily with powdered rain drops

She said soood point-shooting in the , took the order book from a servant, jotted down her request to be called an hour before sunrise, filled in the gun-rooed, and the nu the tea offered, drew out a tiny cigarette-case of sweet-bay wood heavily crusted with rose-gold

"With ere you shooting?" asked Grace, as Marion dropped one well-shaped leg over the other and wreathed her delicately tanned features in smoke

"Stephen Siward and Blinky They're at it yet, but I had solanced leisurely at Sylvia and touched the ash-tray with the whitening end of her cigarette "That dog you let Mr Siward have is a good one I'"

Sylvia returned her calreeable shock had passed through her

"My North Carolina pointers are useless for close work," observed Marion indifferently; and she leaned back, watching the blue sarette

Sylvia, distrait, but with downcast eyes on fire under the fringed lids, was thinking of the cheque Siward had given her for Sagamore The transaction, for her, had been a business one on the surface only She had nevera few letters, relics, pleasant souvenirs of the summer To her the affair had been softened by a delicate hint of inti that had once been hers had given her a faint taste of the pleasure of according pleasure to a man And this is what he had done!

The drizzle had turned to fog, through which rain was now pelting the cliffs; people were returning fro into the drive, and out of it tuirls irritable and ready for tea, and the boys like a pair of eager, wagging, setter puppies, pleased with everything and everybody, utterly oblivious to the so above the tea-table

Their sister calarettes Eileen presented her pretty shoulder, Rena nearly yawned at the dampened, they recounted a number of incidents with reciprocal enthusiasm to Sylvia, as too inattentive to sh sheer inattention