about herself. She came out here for a complete change, you see."
"No, I don't see," said Alice, impatiently. "That's just the point. But I'll hold my tongue . . . I wonder why she hasn't married." It always seemed odd to Alice that other women didn't marry. "Some man like Dare. I suppose he's young for her,—yet not enough to matter."
"I've thought of that," Keble reflected. "Discussed it with Louise once. But they don't seem to be attracted . . . Dare is a splendid chap. There's no resisting him when he gets going. He has given us all a healthy fillip."
"You have been lucky in your companions, you and Louise!" Alice commented.
"Rather! Oh, hello, here's the car with the people from the Valley. We're going to show you some natives to-night."
"Who is the funny little man in front?"
"That is the best-informed and most highly esteemed 'character' within a radius of sixty miles,—and incidentally my father-in-law."
"The ominous lady in black looks like the Empress Eugénie come back to mourn her own loss!"
Keble was puzzled. "I haven't the faintest notion who she is,—good Lord! unless it's Madame Mornay-Mareuil, whom we've been expecting off and on for weeks!"
They had risen from their chairs. "Go and meet them," said Alice. "I shall lie down a while before dressing."
