gged a glorious certainty that there would be no "jogging" for her.
Storms perchance, half-serious, half-pretence, clearing the atmosphere,
and opening the way for a glorious "make up"; but a "jog,"--never!
never! Teresa mentally condemned both, and reflected how much more
wisely she herself would manage _her_ husband. From the beginning there
should be a fair arrangement--so much time for sport, so much for home.
One would not want a man pottering round all the time.

Grizel's good-humour returned with characteristic speed, nevertheless
conversation still flagged. An atmosphere of strain lay over the little
company, and silenced the usual merry banter. Dane and Cassandra had
not looked at each other since the first greeting. They had agreed to
the proposal of the picnic out of polite necessity, but to each the
prospect was drearily unwelcome. A _partie carree_ afforded no
opportunities for the talks _a deux_, which were the only things for
which they cared. Cassandra saw herself sitting on the cliff-side
watching the two figures walk away side by side until they disappeared
round the headland. What would they do when they were alone together,
with no onlookers but the seagulls swirling overhead? Would he take her
in his arms, would his calmness disappear, and his eyes grow dark with
love and longing? Would they sit entwined together, beatifically
content, asking from the wealth of the universe nothing more than
this,--to be together, to be alone? Never in her life had Cassandra
experienced that sensation, yet she could imagine it with mysterious,
with horrible distinctness. She could project herself into Teresa's
place, and feel the tingling current of joy. And she must sit afar off
in the shade, and pretend to sleep...

At ten o'clock the two men started off for the golf links, but it was
not until noon that the picnic party followed suit. As there was no new
ground to explore, and as the eating of lunch seemed to be the _raison
d'etre_ of the excursion, it was plainly foolish to start until the
luncheon hour approached. The servants had gone on in advance to unpack
the hampers, and after the walk cross the bare, unshaded fields, it was
a refreshment to sit down in the cool patch of shade, and taste the
refreshing sea breeze. Immediately in front the cliff curved sharply
inland, so that the lap of blue waters surrounded two sides of the
little platform. Marking the farther side of the narrow bay, a wh