“I suppose I can take her to the cottage?” asked Connie.

“If your Ladyship wishes.”

Again he looked into her eyes, with that calm, searching detached glance. A man very much alone, and on his own.

“Would you like to come with me to the cottage, to your Gran, dear?”

The child peeped up again. “Yes!” she simpered.

Connie disliked her; the spoilt, false little female. Nevertheless she wiped her face, and took her hand. The keeper saluted in silence.

“Good morning!” said Connie.