Jane's tall figure was seen, walking along the terrace, accompanied
by Billy Cathcart, talking eagerly. They put their clubs away in the
lower hall; then came down the lawn together to the tea-tables.

Jane wore a tailor-made coat and skirt of grey tweed, a blue and
white cambric shirt, starched linen collar and cuffs, a silk tie,
and a soft felt hat with a few black quills in it. She walked with
the freedom of movement and swing of limb which indicate great
strength and a body well under control. Her appearance was
extraordinarily unlike that of all the pretty and graceful women
grouped beneath the cedar tree. And yet it was in no sense
masculine--or, to use a more appropriate word, mannish; for
everything strong is masculine; but a woman who apes an appearance
of strength which she does not possess, is mannish;--rather was it
so truly feminine that she could afford to adopt a severe simplicity
of attire, which suited admirably the decided plainness of her
features, and the almost massive proportions of her figure.

She stepped into the circle beneath the cedar, and took one of the
half-dozen places immediately vacated by the men, with the complete
absence of self-consciousness which always characterised her.

"What did you go round in, Miss Champion?" inquired one of the men.

"My ordinary clothes," replied Jane; quoting Punch, and evading the
question.

But Billy burst out: "She went round in--"

"Oh, be quiet, Billy," interposed Jane. "You and I are practically