A few minutes later Dora re-entered the drawing room. Her father and
mother were seated close together, closer than she had seen them for
years. Mrs. Glynde was pale, with two scarlet patches.

Dora collected her belongings, preparatory to going to bed.

"Jem," she said quietly, "is absurdly proud of his new honours. It
affects his chin, which has gone up exactly one inch."

Then she went to bed.




CHAPTER VII

ON THE ROOF OF THE WORLD

The more a man has in himself, the less he will want from other people.


"Here--hi!"

As no one replied to this summons either, by voice or approach, the young
man subsided into occupied silence.

He was a very large young man, with a fair moustache which looked almost
flaxen against the deep tan of his face. This last, like the rest of him,
was ludicrously typical of that race which has wandered farther than the