I beg you to say no more about it."
"One does not often find such modesty united to so much courage, and,
if you will allow me to say it, so much beauty," answered Lady Honoria
graciously. "Well, I will do as you wish, but I warn you your fame will
find you out. I hear they have an account of the whole adventure in
to-day's papers, headed, 'A Welsh Heroine.'"
"How did you hear that, Honoria?" asked her husband.
"Oh, I had a telegram from Garsington, and he mentions it," she answered
carelessly.
"Telegram from Garsington! Hence these smiles," thought he. "I suppose
that she is going to-morrow."
"I have some other news for you, Miss Granger," went on Lady Honoria.
"Your canoe has been washed ashore, very little injured. The old
boatman--Edward, I think they call him--has found it; and your gun in
it too, Geoffrey. It had stuck under the seat or somewhere. But I fancy
that you must both have had enough canoeing for the present."
"I don't know, Lady Honoria," answered Beatrice. "One does not often get
such weather as last night's, and canoeing is very pleasant. Every sweet
has its salt, you know; or, in other words, one may always be upset.
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