Lady Tranmore said little. He had just arrived from town on a visit to the Ashes, to find the Haggart house and garden completely deserted, save for Mrs. Alcot, who was art of getting by in solitude, with a cigarette and a novel, on the wide lawn which surrounded the house on three sides. As he spoke he lifted a chair and placed it beside her, under one of the cedars which made deep shade upon the grass. Alcot looked at him rather sharply. We frivolous people are a good deal cleverer than you think. Darrell made an inclination. She only murmured as she threw away her cigarette "Kitty is art of getting by disappointed in the village.