until you have finished your lunch, drunk the last drop of that
champagne, and had at least two glasses of the port that Mills has been
decanting so carefully. After that we will see. Just now I have only one
feeling, and I know that Helen has it, too. Nothing else matters except
that we have you home again."

Felstead patted his sister on the cheek, drew her face down to his and
kissed her.

"It's so wonderful to be at home!" he exclaimed apologetically. "But I
must warn you that I am the rabidest person alive. I went out to the
war with a certain amount of respect for the Germans. I have come back
loathing them like vermin. I spent--but I won't go on."

Mills made his appearance with the decanter of port.

"I beg your ladyship's pardon," he said, as he filled Felstead's glass,
"but Mr. Lessingham has arrived and is in the library, waiting to see
you."

CHAPTER XXVIII

To Major Richard Felstead, Mills' announcement was without significance.
For the first time he became conscious, however, of something which
seemed almost like a secret understanding between his sister and his
fiancee.

"Tell Mr. Lessingham I shall be with him in a minute or two, if he will
kindly wait," Philippa instructed.

"Who is Mr. Lessingham?" Richard enquired, as soon as the door had
closed behind Mills. "Seems a queer time to call."

Helen glanced at Philippa, whose lips framed a decided negative.

"Mr. Lessingham is a gentleman staying in the neighbourhood," the
latter replied. "You will probably make his acquaintance before long.
Incidentally, he saved Henry's life the other night."

"Sounds exciting," Richard observed. "What form of destruction was Henry
courting?"

"There was a trawler shipwrecked in the storm," Philippa explained. "You
can see it from all the front windows. Henry was on board, returning
from one of his fishing excursions. They were trying to find Dumble's
anchorage and were driven in on to that low ridge of rock. A rope broke,
or something, they had no more rockets, and Mr. Lessingham swam out with
the line."

"Sounds like a plucky chap," Richard admitted.

Philippa rose to her feet regretfully.

"I expect he has come to wish us good-by," she said. "I'll leave you
with Helen, Dick. Don't let her overfeed you. And you know where the
cigars are, Helen. Take Dick into the gun room afterwards. You'll have
it all to yourselves and there is a fire there."

Philippa entered the library in a state of agi