Leonora did not understand her daughter.  She knew, however, that there was not the slightest chance of Rose being allowed to go to London alone for any lengthened period, and she wondered that Rose could be so blind as not to perceive this.  As for Millicent’s vague notions, which the child had furtively broached during her father’s absence, the more Leonora thought upon them, the more fantastically impossible they seemed.  She changed the subject.

The repast, which had commenced with due ceremony, degenerated into a feminine mess, hasty, informal, counterfeit.  That elaborate and irksome pretence that a man is present, with which women when they are alone always begin to eat, was gradually dropped, and the meal ended abruptly, inconclusively, like a bad play.

‘Let’s go for a walk,’ said Ethel.

‘Yes,’ said Milly, ‘let’s.’

* * * * *

‘Mamma!’ Milly called from the drawing-room window.

Leonora was walking about the misty garden, where little now remained that was green, save the yews, the cypresses, and the rhododendrons; Bran, his white-and-fawn coat glittering with minute drops of water, plodded heavily and content by her side along the narrow damp paths.  She was dressed for driving, and awaited Carpenter with the trap.

In reply to Leonora’s gesture of attention, Milly, instead of speaking from the window, ran quickly to her across the sodden lawn.  And Milly’s running was so girlish, simple, and unaffected, that Leonora seemed by means of it to have found her daughter again, the daughter who had disappeared in the adroit and impudent creature of the footlights.  She was glad of the reassurance.

‘Here’s Mr. Twemlow, mamma,’ said Milly, with a rather embarrassed air; and they looked at each other, while Bran frowned in glancing upwards.

At the same moment, Arthur Twemlow and Ethel entered the garden together.  The social atmosphere was rendered bracing by this invasion of the masculine; every personality awoke and became vigilantly itself.

’We met Mr. Twemlow on the marsh, mother, walking from Oldcastle to Bursley,’ said Ethel, after the ritual of greeting, ’and so we brought him in.’

As Leonora was on the point of leaving the house, the situation was somewhat awkward, and a slight hesitation on her part showed this.

‘You’re going out?’ he said.

‘Oh, mamma,’ Milly cried quickly, ’do let me go and meet father instead of you.  I want to.’

‘What, alone?’ Leonora exclaimed in a kind of dream.

‘I’ll go too,’ said Ethel.

‘And suppose you have the horse down?’

‘Well then, we’ll take Carpenter,’ Milly suggested.  ’I’ll run and tell him to put his overcoat on and put the back-seat in.’  And she scampered off.

Twemlow was fondling the dog with an air of detachment.