! Are you
wanting Adam?"

"Not specially," said Rufus. He entered, with massive, lounging
movements. "I suppose I can come in," he remarked.

"What a question!" ejaculated Mrs. Peck.

Columbine said nothing. She picked up her empty watering-can and swung
it carelessly on one finger, hunting for invisible weeds in the
geranium-pots the while.

Mrs. Peck was momentarily at a loss. She was not accustomed to
entertaining Rufus in his father's absence.

"Have a glass of mulberry wine!" she suggested.

"Columbine, run and fetch it, dear! It's in the right-hand corner, third
shelf, of the cupboard under the stairs. I'm sure you're very welcome,"
she added to Rufus, "but you must excuse me, for I've got to see to Mr.
Knight's dinner."

"That's all right, Mother," said Rufus.

He always called her mother; it was a term of deference with him rather
than affection. But Mrs. Peck liked him for it.

"Sit you down!" she said hospitably. "And mind you make yourself quite
at home! Columbine will look after you. You'll be staying to supper, I
hope?"

"Thanks!" said Rufus. "I don't know. Where's Adam?"

"He's chopping a bit of wood in the yard. He don't want any help. You'll
see him presently. You stop and have a chat with Columbine!" said Mrs.
Peck; and with a smile and nod she bustled stoutly away.

When Columbine returned with the mulberry wine and a glass on a tray the
conservatory was empty. She set down her tray and paused.

There was a faintly mutinous curve about her soft lips, a gleam of
dancing mischief in her eyes.

In a moment a step sounded on the path outside, and Rufus reappeared. He
had been out to fill her watering-can, and he deposited it full at her
feet.

"Don't put it there!" she said, with a touch of sharpness. "I don't want
to tumble over it, do I? Thank you for filling it, but you needn't have
troubled. I've done."

"Then it'll come in for tomorrow," said Rufus, setting the can
deliberately in a corner.

Columbine turned to pour out a glass of Mrs. Peck's mulberry wine.

"Only one glass?" said Rufus.

She threw him a quizzing smile over her shoulder. "Well, you don't want
two, do you?"

"No," said Rufus slowly. "But I don't drink--alone."

She gave a low, gurgling laugh. "You'll be saying you don't smoke alone
next. If you want someone to keep you company, I'd better fetch Adam."

She turned round to him with the words, offering the glass on the tray.
Her eyes were lowered, but the up