Now she laughed and went on gaily, "I have
always thought I should like to marry a man with grey eyes. Girls get
fancies like that sometimes. Foolish, isn't it?"
Sir John lifted his shoulders a little as though the point were too
trivial to discuss, and he tried to remember what coloured eyes young
Sydney Fellowes had.
"I am not sure whether Lord Rosmore's eyes are grey or not; I rather
think they are," he said slowly.
"Lord Rosmore!"
Laughter sounded along the terrace, and several people came towards
them, Lord Rosmore and Sydney Fellowes amongst them.
"If his eyes are grey, they are not the shade I like," said Barbara
decidedly, and as Sir John rose she turned and walked along the terrace
in the opposite direction. If her uncle were annoyed at her action he
did not show it as he went to meet his guests.
"I was taking a quiet half-hour to discuss matters with the chatelaine
of the Abbey," he said. "She will worry over small details more than is
needful."
"Perhaps if I go and read her some new verses it will soothe her," said
Fellowes.
"Better wait a more convenient season, unless you would have some of the
servants for your audience," laughed Sir John, as he turned to walk with
Rosmore.
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