"Let
me give you another cup of tea, Muriel."
"The old house looks most picturesque by moon-light," observed Lord
Painswick. "I was quite fascinated by it the other night."
"There is a full moon now," Gifford said. "We will stroll round and
admire when we leave."
"Don't stroll over the edge of the haha as I very nearly did one night,"
Morriston said laughingly. "When it lies in the shadow of the house it is
a regular trap."
"Moonlight has its dangers as well as its beauties," Painswick murmured
sententiously.
"The friendly cloak of night is apt to trip one up," Gifford added.
As he spoke the words there came a startling little cry from Miss
Tredworth accompanied by the crash and clatter of falling crockery.
Gifford's remark had been made with his eyes fixed on his friend's
_fiancee_, to whom at that moment Miss Morriston was handing the refilled
cup of tea. A hand of each girl was upon the saucer as the words were
uttered; by whose fault it was let fall it was impossible to say. But the
slight cry of dismay had come from Miss Tredworth.
"Oh, I am so sorry," she exclaimed, colouring with vexation.
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