Adrienne Toner

"COME down to Coldbrooks next week-end, will you, Roger?" said Barney Chadwick. He had been wandering around the room, pausing once to glance at the César Franck on the piano and once at the window to look down at the Thames, and his voice now, though desultory in intention, betrayed to his friend preoccupation and even anxiety. "There is going to be an interesting girl with us: American; very original and charming."