inclusive. Every rank was there, from the peer to the smallest
yeoman, and Margery got on exceedingly well, particularly when the
recuperative powers of supper had banished the fatigue of her long
drive.

Sometimes she heard people saying, 'Who are they?--brother and
sister--father and daughter? And never dancing except with each
other--how odd?' But of this she took no notice.

When not dancing the watchful Baron took her through the drawing-
rooms and picture-galleries adjoining, which to-night were thrown
open like the rest of the house; and there, ensconcing her in some
curtained nook, he drew her attention to scrap-books, prints, and
albums, and left her to amuse herself with turning them over till the
dance in which she was practised should again be called. Margery
would much have preferred to roam about during these intervals; but
the words of the Baron were law, and as he commanded so she acted.
In such alternations the evening winged away; till at last came the
gloomy words, 'Margery, our time is up.'

'One more--only one!' she coaxed, for the longer they stayed the more
freely and gaily moved the dance. This entreaty he granted; but on
her asking for yet another, he was inexorable. 'No,' he said. 'We
have a long way to go.'

Then she bade adieu to the wondrous scene, looking over her shoulder
as they withdrew from the hall; and in a few minutes she was cloaked
and in the carriage. The Baron mounted to his seat on the box, where
she saw him light a cigar; they plunged under the trees, and she
leant back, and gave herself up to contemplate the images that filled