away on a short visit. She entered the drawing-room by a garden door,
laden with branches of hawthorn and wild cherry. In her linen dress and
shady hat she still looked youthful, and there were many who could not be
got to admit that she was any less beautiful than she had ever been.
These flatterers of course belonged to her own generation; young eyes
were not so kind.

Tea had been brought in, and she was busy with the arrangement of a
branch of wild cherry in a corner of the room where its pearl and silver
blossoms shone out against a background of dull purple, when the door was
hastily opened, and a curly-haired youth stood on the threshold who
smiled at sight of her.

"You are here, mother! That's jolly! I thought I might find you gone."

"I put off London till next week. Mind my hat, you wretch."

For the young fellow had put his arms round her, kissing her heartily.
She disengaged herself and her hat, affecting to scold; but her eyes
betrayed her. She put up her hand and smoothed back the thick and
tumbling hair from his forehead.

"What a ruffian you look! Where have you been all this time?"

"I stopped in Keswick to do various things--and then--I say, shan't we
have some tea? I've got lots to tell you. Well, in the first place,
mother, I'd better warn you, you may have some visitors directly!"

Lady Tatham opened her eyes, struck by the elation of the tone.