letting sleep bring counsel. He did intend to ask Daisy to marry him,
but he was not quite certain when he should do so. And then there
outlined itself behind the darkness of his closed lids Jeannie's face,
with its great dark eyes, its mass of hair growing low on the forehead,
the witchery of its smiling mouth.

So perhaps the cats and Jim Crowfoot, though a little "previous," were
not so wrong about the reality of the question on which he must make up
his mind.

* * * * *

Jeannie announced her intention of going to church next morning at
breakfast, and Victor Braithwaite, who was sitting by her, professed
similar ecclesiastical leanings. Jeannie had apparently completely
recovered from the piano mood of the evening before, and commented
severely on the Sunday habits of this Christian country. She personally
taxed every one who had at present come down with having had no
intention whatever of going to church, and her accusations appeared
particularly well founded. In the middle of this Lord Lindfield entered.

"Good-morning, Lord Lindfield," said Alice. "We are all catching it hot
this morning from Jeannie, who has been accusing us by name and
individually of being heathens."

"Worse than heathens," said Jeannie, briskly.--"Oh, good-morning, Lord
Lindfield. I didn't see you.--Worse than heathens, because heathens
don't know any better. Alice, you must come. You are a landlady of Bray,
and should set an example."

"But it is so hot," said Alice, "and I don't take out the carriage
on Sunday. I like to give the coachman an--an opportunity of going
to church."

"You give him fifty-two every year," said Jeannie.

"The motor is eating its head off," remarked Lindfield. "I'll drive you.
Do come with me, Mrs. Halton."

"Oh, thanks, no. I'll walk," she said. "Mr. Braithwaite is coming
with me."

Jeannie rose as she spoke, and went out through the French window into
the garden.

"Half-past ten, then, Mr. Braithwaite," she said.

Lindfield helped himself to some dish on the side-table.

"Can't stand being called a heathen," he said. "I shall go to
church too."

Victor soon strolled out after Jeannie.

"Hang it all, Jeannie!" he said. "I want to go to church with you, and
now Tom Lindfield says he is coming. Considering how much--oh, well,
never mind."

Jeannie looked hastily round, found they had the garden to themselves,
and took his arm.

"How much he has seen of me, and