Trenby's voice broke suddenly across her reverie. She threw him a
brilliant smile.

"Yes. Thursday would do very well."

"Agreed, then. I'll call for you at half-past ten," said Trenby.
"Well"--rising reluctantly to his feet--"I must be moving on now. I
have to go over one of my off-farms before dinner, so I'll say
good-bye."

He lifted his cap and strode away, Nan watching his broad-shouldered
well-knit figure with reflective eyes, the while irrepressible little
gurgles and explosions of mirth emanated from the hammock.

At last Nan burst out irritably:

"What on earth are you giggling about, Kitty?"

"At the lion endeavouring to lie down with the lamb," submitted Kitty
meekly.

"Don't talk in parables."

"It's a very easy one to interpret"--Kitty succumbed once more to a
gale of laughter. "It was just too delicious to watch you and Roger
together! You'd much better leave him alone, my dear, and play with
the dolls you're used to."

"How detestable you are, Kitty. I promise you one thing--it's going to
be much worse for the lion than the lamb."