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'Do I not?' she said. His hand remained in hers. He began to talk of the whins on the links and the sanderlings along the flats, with such a Scots voice and in phrases so vivid that she saw her childhood again, and had in her eyes a wetness of a happier order. She released his cool hand after a long, gentle pressure. But when it was gone it was as if much of her life went. She said: 'You'll be knowing Kingussie House, just outside your town. It was there I spent my holidays as a child.'

He answered:

'Maybe I played round it a barefoot lad and you in your grandeur within.'

She said:

'Oh, no! Hardly! There would be the difference of our ages! And...and indeed there are other things I will tell you.'

She addressed herself to Tietjens, with all her heroic armour of charm buckled on again:

'Only think! I find Mr Macmaster and I almost played together in our youth.'

He looked at her, she knew, with a commiseration that she hated:

'Then you're an older friend than I,' he said, 'though I've known him since I was fourteen, and I don't believe you could be a better. He's a good fellow...

She hated him for his condescension towards a better man and for his warning--she knew it was a warning--to her to spare his friend.

Mrs Wannop gave a distinct but not an alarming scream. Mr Horsley had been talking to her about an unusual fish that used to inhabit the Moselle in Roman times. The Mosella of Ausonius; the subject of the essay he was writing is mostly fish...

'No,' he shouted, 'it's been said to be the roach. But there are no roach in the river now. Vannulis viridis, oculisque. No. It's the other way round: Red fins...'

Mrs Wannop's scream and her wide gesture: her hand, indeed, was nearly over his mouth and her trailing sleeve across his plate!--were enough to interrupt him.

'Tietjens!' she again screamed. 'Is it possible?...'

She pushed her daughter out of her seat and, moving round beside the young man, she overwhelmed him with vociferous love. As Tietjens had turned to speak to Mrs Duchemin she had recognized his aquiline half-profile as exactly that of his father at her own wedding breakfast. To the table that knew it by heart--though Tietjens himself didn't!--she recited the story of how his father had saved her life, and was her mascot. And she offered the son--for to the father she had never been allowed to make any return--her horse, her purse, her heart, her time, her all. She was so completely sincere that, as the party broke up, she just nodded to Macmaster and, catching Tietjens forcibly by the arm, said perfunctorily to the critic:

'Sorry I can't help you any more with the article, but my dear Chrissie must have the books he wants. At once! This very minute!'

She moved off, Tietjens grappled to her, her daughter following as a young swan follows its parents. In her gracious manner Mrs Duchemin had received the thanks of her guests for her wonderful breakfast and had hoped that now that they had found their ways there...

The echoes of the dispersed festival seemed to whisper in the room. Macmaster and Mrs Duchemin faced each other, their eyes wary--and longing.

He said:

'It's dreadful to have to go now. But I have an engagement.'

She said:

'Yes! I know! With your great friends.'

He answered:

'Oh, only with Mr Waterhouse and General Campion...and Mr Sandbach, of course...'

She had a moment of fierce pleasure at the thought that Tietjens was not to be of the company: her man would be outsoaring the vulgarian of his youth, of his past that she didn't know...Almost harshly she exclaimed:

'I don't want you to be mistaken about Kingussie House. It was just a holiday school. Not a grand place.'

'It was very costly,' he said, and she seemed to waver on her feet.

'Yes! yes!' she said, nearly in a whisper. 'But you're so grand now! I was only the child of very poor bodies. Johnston of Midlothian. But very poor bodies...I...He bought me, you might say. You know...Put me to very rich schools; when I was fourteen...my people were glad...But I think if my mother had known when I married...' She