e to-day, or likely it's visitors dropping in, now it's getting
toward tea time. It's all right, ma'm," she added, as Cassandra stirred
uneasily. "It must be only visitors, or I would have heard of it.
They're keeping open house now, though they don't go anywhere themselves
yet. You see it's a year since the deaths, so they could mourn them all
at once, and not spin it along. They had to wait a year before Lady
Laura's coming out--rightly. Let the ponies walk now, driver. I beg
pardon, ma'm." The girl had so taken possession of Cassandra, the baby,
and the whole expedition, that she gave the order unthinkingly.

"Yes, let them walk," said Cassandra, and drew a long breath. She heard
gay laughter, and caught sight through the trees of light dresses and
wide, plumed hats. Some one sat on the terrace at a table whereon was
shining silver.

"There, I said so! That's Lady Clara pouring tea. I say, but she's a
beauty! Isn't she? No, no. Go to the front, driver. American ladies
don't call at the side."

"There's a hautomobile there, ma'm."

"Then wait a moment. Don't be a stupid."

Thus, aided by the innkeeper's clever daughter, Cassandra at last made
her entrance properly and was guided to the presence of David's mother,
who had not joined her guests, having but just closed an interview with
Mr. Stretton. As she saw Cassandra standing in the drawing-room waiting
her, Lady Thryng came graciously forward. The lovely August weather had
tempted every one out of doors, and the great room was left empty save
for these two, David's mother and his wife.

The beauty of other-worldliness which had infused Cassandra's whole
being as she fought her silent battle during the long drive, still
enveloped her. If she could have followed her impulses, she would have
held out both hands and cried: "Take me and love me. I am David's wife."
But she would not--she must not. Her heritage of faith in goodness--both
of God and man--kept her heart open, and gave her power to think and act
rightly in this her hour of terrible trial; even as a little child,
being behind the veil which separates the soul from God, may, in its
innocent prattle, utter words of superhuman wisdom.

"I am sorry if I have interrupted you when you have company," she said
slowly. "I am a stranger--an American."

"Ah, you Americans are a happy lot and may go where you please. Take
this seat by the window; it is very warm. My son has been in America,
but he tells us so li