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Rh Because it was necessary to enlighten him as to the situation in advance, she arrayed herself most carefully to go and meet him. She encountered Jarvis on the stairs. He inspected her charming self, in a frock the colour of spring green leaves, topped by a crocus-coloured hat, like a flower. She deliberately pranced before him.

“Aren’t I a delight to the eye?”

He stared at her coldly.

“Such ardent admiration embarrasses me, Jarvis,” she protested.

“You look very nice,” he admitted.

“Nice! Nice! I look like a daffodil, or a crocus, or some other pleasant spring beauty.”

“I am glad you are so pleased with yourself. I trust Strong will be equally appreciative.”

“I hope so when I have gone to so much trouble for him,” she tossed back over her shoulder, in punishment.

As Mr. Strong stepped off the train and faced her, it would be hard to say whether admiration or astonishment constituted the greater part of his expression.

“Mrs. Jocelyn, why this is too kind of you!”

“Not at all. City people are so unused to our