daintily to cream. "If this is a
specimen of the way things go on in country districts, thank you,
give me a London slum. The brute was as mad as a hatter. He
ought to have been locked up years ago. I can't conceive what
Stafford was about to keep him on the estate."

"All very fine," Bernard chuckled, "but I'd lay any odds Ben
didn't go for Mrs. Ben till he saw you coming."

"Adventures are to the adventurous," Laura mildly translated the
bitter jest. Her mission in life was to smooth down Bernard's
rough edges. "But that is too ugly, Berns. You oughtn't to say
such a thing even in fun. It was no fun for Lawrence."

"I don't object to an occasional scrap," said Lawrence. "But
this one was overdone." He shivered suddenly from head to foot.

"Hallo, old man, I didn't know you had a nerve in your body!"
said Bernard staring at him.

Lawrence went on with his strawberries in an ungenial silence.
He was irritated by his momentary self betrayal. If he had cared
to explain it he would have had to confess that though personally
indifferent to adventures he disliked to have women mixed up in
them. He was glad when Laura with her intuitive tact changed the
conversation, not too abruptly.

"All modern men have nerves. I should think Lawrence had as few
as any, but it must have been a frightful scene. I must run up
after lunch and see Isabel. Poor child! But she's wonderfully
brave. All the Staffords were brought up to be stoical: if they
knocked themselves about as children they were never allowed to
cry. Mr. Stafford is a fanatic on the point of personal courage.
Val told me once that the only sins for which his father ever
cuffed him were telling fibs and running away."

"Did he get cuffed often?" Lawrence enquired.

"Shouldn't wonder," said Bernard. "Val's one of your nervy men."

"Not after he was ten years old," said Laura smiling. "But as a
little boy he was always in trouble. Not the wisest treatment,
was it? for a delicate, sensitive child."

"Miss Isabel is not nervous," said Lawrence. "She is as cool a
young lady as I have ever seen. I believe she still owes me a
grudge for hitting Billy so hard." He dipped his fingers
delicately into his finger bowl. "No, no more, thanks. Did I
tell you that the brute of a Dane bit her?"

"Bit Isabel!"

"Made his teeth pretty nearly meet in her forearm. She was
trying to soothe the dear dog. Mr. Stafford's theories may be
ethically beautiful, but