me upon Maud with a curious shock. Yes, she remembered the
Melroses. They belonged to the long, long ago before her marriage--to
that strange epoch in her early girlhood when Charlie Burchester had
filled her world. How far away it seemed! They had all been in the same
set, they and the Cressadys who had been responsible for the scandal that
had so wrung her proud heart. Lady Cressady had been dead for years. She
wondered if Charlie had ever regretted her. It had been but a passing
fancy, and she suspected that he had forgotten her long since. He had
never really taken her seriously; of that she was convinced now. Life had
been merely a game with him in those days. It was only recently that it
had begun to be anything else.

She felt no keen desire to resume the long-forgotten acquaintance with
the Melroses, but Bunny evidently expected it of her, had already told
them about her, and she had no choice.

She followed him therefore, Toby very sedate and upright behind her. Toby
was looking wonderfully pretty that day. She varied as a landscape varies
on a windy day, but that afternoon she was at her best. Her blue eyes
looked forth upon the crowd with a hint of audacity, and her _piquante_
little face was full of charm.

Bunny's look dwelt upon her as he drew aside for his sister to pass him
at the pavilion. He pinched her elbow with a sudden smile.

"You don't want to go and talk to those people. Come with me and see the
ponies!"

She responded with characteristic eagerness to the invitation. "Shall I?
But won't Maud mind? Do you think I ought?"

"Of course you ought," he rejoined with decision. "Maud won't care. I'll
bring you back to her before the play begins."

He drew her away through the crowd, and she went with him without further
demur. Bunny was tall and bore himself with distinction. There was,
moreover, something rather compelling about him just then, and Toby felt
the attraction. She suffered the hand that grasped her own.

"Look here!" he said abruptly, as they drew apart from the throng. "I've
got to see more of you somehow. Have you been dodging me all this time?"

"I?" said Toby.

She met his eyes with a funny little chuckle. There was spontaneous
mischief in his own.

He gave her hand an admonitory squeeze. "I'm not laughing. You're not
playing the game. What's the good of my coming to the house to see you if
we never meet?"

"Don't understand," said Toby briefly.

"Yes, you do. Or you ca