the conversation so that he might indulge himself in the luxury of it. 

 "I have only just arrived," he said; "I came only an hour ago, and it is my first visit." 

 "Is that so? Then you have a great treat in store for you. This is splendid country round here, and although every one has been doing their best to spoil it there are still some lovely places. Treliss is the only town in Southern England where the place is still triumphant over modern improvements." 

 There was a pause, then the man said: 

 "Will you be here for long?" 

 "I have made no plans," Harkness replied. 

 "I wish I could show you around a little. I know this country very well. There is nothing I enjoy more than showing off some of our beauties. But, unfortunately, I leave for abroad early to-morrow morning." 

 Harkness thanked him. They were soon talking very freely, walking up and down the gravel path. The exquisite modulation of the man's voice, its rhythm, gentleness, gave Harkness such delight that he could listen for ever. They spoke of foreign countries. Harkness had travelled much and remembered what he had seen. This man had been apparently everywhere. 

 Suddenly a gong sounded. "Ah, there's dinner." They paused. The stranger said: "I beg your pardon. You tell me that you are American, and I know therefore that you are not hampered by ridiculous conventionalities. Are you alone?" 

 "I am," said Harkness. 

 "Well, then—why not dine with us? There is myself, my son and a charming girl to whom he has lately been married. Do me that pleasure. Or, if people are a bore to you be quite frank and say so." 

 "I shall be delighted," said Harkness. 

 "Good. My name is Crispin." 

 "Harkness is mine." 

 They walked in together. 

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