Lovelace called nearly every day at Wyncham House, but was always refused admittance, as Lady Lavinia deemed it prudent not to see him. There came a day, however, when he would not be gainsaid, and was ushered into her drawing-room. He kissed her hands lingeringly, holding them for a long while in his.

“Lavinia! Cruel fair one!”

She drew her hands away, not too well pleased at his intrusion.

“How silly, Harold! I cannot have you tease me every day!”