Lady Grace's facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. "We find our park itself rather a picture."
Mr. Bender's own levity at any rate persisted. "With a big Temperance school-feast?"
"Mr. Bender's a great judge of pictures," Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom.
"Will there be more tea?" he pursued, almost presuming on this.
It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal. "Oh, there'll be plenty of tea."
This appeared to determine Mr. Bender. "Well, Lady Grace, I'm after pictures, but I take them 'neat.' May I go right round here?"
"Perhaps, love," Lady Sandgate at once said, "you'll let me show him."
"A moment, dear"—Lady Grace gently demurred. "Do go round," she conformably added to Mr. Bender; "take your ease and your time. Everything's open and visible, and, with our whole company dispersed, you'll have the place to yourself."
He rose, in his genial mass, to the oppor-
