Mrs. Halliday overheard this, and gave her brittle laugh. "How too romantic!"

"My husband is a very keen gardener," Fay said. "You must get him to show you round some time."

Camilla Halliday sent her a quick look under her lashes, weighing her. "I should adore it!" she murmured. "Will you, dear Sir Arthur?"

"Delighted!" he assured her. "Any time! I can only say that I should like my roses to see you."

Dinah looked back over her shoulder. "And even that isn't original," she said pensively. "Come on, Stephen."

They descended the shallow steps on to the lawn, and began to stroll across it. Once they were out of earshot Dinah said: "You were an awful ass to come, you know."

"Maybe."

"It's no use trying to shut me up," said Dinah. "Ask Arthur. And if you don't mind my saying so, you won't make matters any better by doing the strong, silent man stuff whenever Arthur goes for Fay."

He smiled rather reluctantly. "Do I?"

"Rather! Like a western hero."

"I've been out west," he remarked inconsequently.

"I should think you were a huge success," said Dinah with great cordiality.

"Africa too," he ruminated. "Then I struck Australia for a spell. It's a great country."

"So I've been told. Is there anywhere you haven't been?"

"I've knocked round most of the tough spots in this world," he admitted. "You learn quite a lot, rolling round."

"What you don't seem to learn," said Dinah, "is a little ordinary sense. It's just dam' silliness to come and stay here. All it does is to make you want to take Arthur into a wide, open space and knock his teeth down his throat. I know."

Stephen Guest's large,, capable hands clenched slowly. "By God, it does!" he said, and drew a long breath.

"Well, you can't go knocking people's teeth out when they're as old as Arthur," Dinah pointed out.