〃You aren't living in this old castle？〃
〃Not quite。 I've a cottage down the road。 I wanted a few days in the country so I rented it。〃
〃But what made you choose this place？〃
Keggs； who had been regarding these disturbers of the peace with dignified disapproval； coughed。
〃If you would not mind； madam。 We are waiting。〃
〃Eh？ How's that？〃 Miss Dore looked up with a bright smile。 〃I'm sorry。 e along； George。 Get in the game。〃 She nodded cheerfully to the butler。 〃All right。 All set now。 You may fire when ready； Gridley。〃
Keggs bowed austerely； and cleared his throat again。
〃We are now in the main 'all； and before going any further I would like to call your attention to Sir Peter Lely's portrait of the fifth countess。 Said by experts to be in his best manner。〃
There was an almost soundless murmur from the mob； expressive of wonder and awe； like a gentle breeze rustling leaves。 Billie Dore resumed her conversation in a whisper。
〃Yes； there was an awful lot of excitement when they found that you had disappeared。 They were phoning the Carlton every ten minutes trying to get you。 You see； the summertime number flopped on the second night； and they hadn't anything to put in its place。 But it's all right。 They took it out and sewed up the wound； and now you'd never know there had been anything wrong。 The show was ten minutes too long； anyway。〃
〃How's the show going？〃
〃It's a riot。 They think it will run two years in London。 As far as I can make it out you don't call it a success in London unless you can take your grandchildren to see the thousandth night。〃
〃That's splendid。 And how is everybody？ All right？〃
〃Fine。 That fellow Gray is still hanging round Babe。 It beats me what she sees in him。 Anybody but an infant could see the man wasn't on the level。 Well； I don't blame you for quitting London； George。 This sort of thing is worth fifty Londons。〃
The procession had reached one of the upper rooms； and they were looking down from a window that manded a sweep of miles of the countryside； rolling and green and wooded。 Far away beyond the last covert Belpher Bay gleamed like a streak of silver。 Billie Dore gave a little sigh。
〃There's nothing like this in the world。 I'd like to stand here for the rest of my life； just lapping it up。〃
〃I will call your attention；〃 boomed Keggs at their elbow； 〃to this window； known in the fem'ly tredition as Leonard's Leap。 It was in the year seventeen 'undred and eighty…seven that Lord Leonard Forth； eldest son of 'Is Grace the Dook of Lochlane； 'urled 'imself out of this window in order to avoid promising the beautiful Countess of Marshmoreton； with oom 'e is related to 'ave 'ad a ninnocent romance。 Surprised at an advanced hour by 'is lordship the earl in 'er ladyship's boudoir； as this room then was； 'e leaped through the open window into the boughs of the cedar tree which stands below； and was fortunate enough to escape with a few 'armless contusions。〃
A murmur of admiration greeted the recital of the ready tact of this eighteenth…century Steve Brodie。
〃There；〃 said Billie enthusiastically； 〃that's exactly what I mean about this country。 It's just a mass of Leonard's Leaps and things。 I'd like to settle down in this sort of place and spend the rest of my life milking cows and taking forkfuls of soup to the deserving villagers。〃
〃We will now；〃 said Keggs； herding the mob with a gesture； 〃proceed to the Amber Drawing…Room； containing some Gobelin Tapestries 'ighly spoken of by connoozers。〃
The obedient mob began to drift out in his wake。
〃What do you say； George；〃 asked Billie in an undertone； 〃if we side…step the Amber Drawing…Room？ I'm wild to get into that garden。 There's a man working among those roses。 Maybe he would show us round。〃
George followed her pointing finger。 Just below them a sturdy； brown…faced man in corduroys was pausing to light a stubby pipe。
〃Just as you like。〃
They made their way down the great staircase。 The voice of Keggs； saying plimentary things about the Gobelin Tapestry； came to their ears like the roll of distant drums。 They wandered out towards the rose…garden。 The man in corduroys had lit his pipe and was bending once more to his task。
〃Well； dadda；〃 said Billie amiably； 〃how are the crops？〃
The man straightened himself。 He was a nice…looking man of middle age； with the kind eyes of a friendly dog。 He smiled genially； and started to put his pipe away。
Billie stopped him。
〃Don't stop smoking on my account；〃 she said。 〃I like it。 Well； you've got the right sort of a job； haven't you！ If I was a man； there's nothing I'd like better than to put in my eight hours in a rose…garden。〃 She looked about her。 〃And this；〃 she said with approval； 〃is just what a rose…garden ought to be。〃
〃Are you fond of rosesmissy？〃
〃You bet I am！ You must have every kind here that was ever invented。 All the fifty…seven varieties。〃
〃There are nearly three thousand varieties；〃 said the man in corduroys tolerantly。
〃I was speaking colloquially； dadda。 You can't teach me anything about roses。 I'm the guy that invented them。 Got any Ayrshires？〃
The man in corduroys seemed to have e to the conclusion that Billie was the only thing on earth that mattered。 This revelation of a kindred spirit had captured him pletely。 George was merely among those present。
〃Thosethemover there are Ayrshires； missy。〃
〃We don't get Ayrshires in America。 At least； I never ran across them。 I suppose they do have them。〃
〃You want the right soil。〃
〃Clay and lots of rain。〃
〃You're right。〃
There was an earnest expression on Billie Dore's face that George had never seen there before。
〃Say； listen； dadda； in this matter of rose…beetles； what would you do if〃
George moved away。 The conversation was being too technical for him； and he had an idea that he would not be missed。 There had e to him； moreover； in a flash one of those sudden inspirations which great generals get。 He had visited the castle this afternoon without any settled plan other than a vague hope that he might somehow see Maud。 He now perceived that there was no chance of doing this。 Evidently； on Thursdays； the family went to earth and remained hidden until the sightseers had gone。 But there was another avenue of munication open to him。 This gardener seemed an exceptionally intelligent man。 He could be trusted to deliver a note to Maud。
In his late rambles about Belpher Castle in the pany of Keggs and his followers； George had been privileged to inspect the library。 It was an easily accessible room； opening off the main hail。 He left Billie and her new friend deep in a discussion of slugs and plant…lice； and walked quickly back to the house。 The library was unoccupied。
George was a thorough young man。 He believed in leaving nothing to chance。 The gardener had seemed a trustworthy soul； but you never knew。 It was possible that he drank。 He might forget or lose the precious note。 So； with a wary eye on the door； George hastily scribbled it in duplicate。 This took him but a few minutes。 He went out into the garden again to find Billie Dore on the point of stepping into a blue automobile。
〃Oh； there you are； George。 I wondered where you had got to。 Say； I made quite a hit with dadda。 I've given him my address； and he's promised to send me a whole lot of roses。 By the way； shake hands with Mr。 Forsyth。 This is George Bevan； Freddie； who wrote the music of our show。〃
The solemn youth at the wheel extended a hand。
〃Topping show。 Topping music。 Topping all round。〃
〃Well； good…bye； George。 See you soon； I suppose？〃
〃Oh； yes。 Give my love to everybody。〃
〃All right。 Let her rip； Freddie。 Good…bye。〃 〃Good…bye。〃
The blue car gathered speed and vanished down the drive。 George returned to the man in corduroys； who had bent himself double in pursuit of a slug。
〃Just a minute；〃 said George hurriedly。 He pulled out the first of the notes。 〃Give this to Lady Maud the first chance you get。 It's important。 Here's a sovereign for your trouble。〃
He hastened away。 He noticed that gratification had turned the other nearly purple in the face； and was anxious to leave him。 He was a modest young man； and effusive thanks always embarrassed him。
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