t you are the granddaughter of Cynthia Warfield."

After that she gave in and came down presently in a shabby little habit
with her hair tied with a black bow. "It's a good thing it is dark," she
said. "I haven't any up-to-date clothes."

As they went along he asked her to go to the hunt breakfast on Monday.

"I can't. School opens and my work begins."

"By Jove, I had forgotten. I shall be glad to hear the bell. When I am
riding over the hills it seems to call--as it called to my grandfather
and to be saying the same things; it is a great inspiration to have a
background like that to one's life. Do you know what I mean?"

She did know, and they talked about it--these two young and eager souls
to whom life spoke of things to be done, and done well.

Eve, standing on the steps at Crossroads, saw them coming. "Oh, I'm not
going," she said to Winifred passionately.

"Why not?"

"He has that girl with him."

"What girl?"

"Anne Warfield."

Winifred's eyes opened wide. "She's a darling, Eve. I liked her so much
last night."

"I don't see why he has to bring her into everything."

"All the men are in love with her; even Tony has eyes for her, and
Pip----"

"What makes you defend her, Win? She isn't one of us, and you know it."

"I don't know it. She belongs to older stock than either you or I, Eve.
And if she didn't, don't you know a lady when you see one?"

Eve threw up her hands. "I sometimes think the world is going mad--there
aren't any more lines drawn."

"If there were," said Winifred softly, and perhaps a bit maliciously, "I
fancy that Anne Warfield might be the one to draw them--and leave us on
the wrong side, Eve."

It was Winifred who welcomed Anne, and who rode beside her later, and it
was of Winifred that Anne spoke repentantly as she and Richard rode
together in the hills. "I want to take back the things I said about Mrs.
Ames. She is just--heavenly sweet."

He smiled. "I knew you would like her," he said. But neither of them
mentioned Eve.

For Evelyn's manner had been insufferable. Anne might have been a shadow
on the grass, a cloud across the sky, a stone in the road for all the
notice she had taken of her. It was a childish thing to do, but then Eve
was childish. And she was having the novel experience of being overlooked
for the first time by Richard. She was aware, too, that she had offended
him deeply and that the cause of her offending was another woman.

When they came to the r