Nell of Shorne Mills

Lady Luce laughed softly.

"Oh, yes! Didn't I tell you that if I could have him to myself for ten

minutes----And we have been longer, haven't we? You see, he was fond of

me, and----Oh! have you brought a cigarette? I am simply dying for one

now!"

Lady Chesney held one out to her.

"Here it is. But hadn't you better go in? They will miss you----"

Lady Luce shrugged her shoulders as she struck a match from the gold box

Drake had given her.

"What does it matter what these people think?" she retorted. "Nothing

matters now. I have got Drake back, and----All the same, we will get out

of sight of the window, lest we shock these simple folk. Yes, I am a

lucky young woman."

They passed along the terrace, and Nell, as if released from a spell,

fell into the seat and covered her face with her hands.