"I"m to go in chains, it seems," he laughed, getting in beside her.

"I"ve rarely seen you looking so handsome."

"You"re improving. It"s joy, _mon ami_, at seeing once again a full grown man. I have been bored--oh, so bored! Will you be nice to me?"

The motor skimmed smoothly over the perfect roads, mounting the hills through the village and spinning along a turnpike flanked by summer residences. "Wake Robin" stood at some distance from the village on the highest point of the hills and made a very imposing vista from the driveway--an English house with long wings at either side, flanked by terraces, lawns and gardens, guarded from the intrusive eyes of the highway by a high privet hedge. The tennis courts seemed to be the center of interest and in a corner of the terrace which faced the bay were some people taking tea and watching a match of singles between Reggie Armistead and their hostess. The chauffeur took the suit case to the butler and Olga Tcherny led the way to the tea table where Phyllis Van Vorst was pouring tea. Beside her sat a tall handsome woman with a hard mouth, dressed in white linen and a picture hat, who ogled him tentatively through a lorgnon during the moment of introduction before permitting her face to relax into a smile of welcome.

"So glad," she purred at last, extending a long slim hand in Markham"s direction. "Phyllis, do give Mr. Markham some tea."

"How d"ye do, Mr. Markham," chortled Miss Van Vorst. "I"m afraid you"ll have to put up with the Philistines for a while. Hermia"s beating Reggie Armistead at tennis, and it"s as much as one"s life is worth to interrupt."

"That"s no joke," said Archie Westcott, who was watching the game.

"Some tennis, that. They"re one set all and Hermia just broke through Reggie"s service. That makes it five four."

Markham, teacup in hand, followed the Countess to the bal.u.s.trade and watched. One would never have supposed from the way she played that this girl had been up since dawn and suffered an accident which had temporarily incapacitated her. Youth was triumphant. Vigor, suppleness and grace marked every movement, the smashing overhand service, the cat-like spring to the net, the quick recovery, the long free swing of the volley from the back-court, all of which showed form of a high order. It was a man"s tennis that the girl was playing and Reggie Armistead needed all his cleverness to hold her at even terms.

It was an ancient grudge, Markham learned, and an even thing in the betting, but Armistead pulled through by good pa.s.sing and made the sets deuce.

"Gad! It makes me hot to look at "em!" said Crosby Downs, fingering at his collar band, his face brick-color from the day in the open. "Make "em stop, somebody."

He dropped into a wicker chair and fanned vigorously with his hat.

"Lord! Golf is bad enough. Oh, what"s the use," he sighed heavily.

"Been golfing, Crosby?" smiled the Countess.

"Oh, call it that if you like," he growled. "Rotten game, that.

Doctor"s orders. A hundred and ten to-day. Couldn"t hit the earth even and there were acres of it."

"Living up to your reputation, Crosby," sneered Carol Gouverneur.

"_Sans putt et sans approach_?"

"You"ve struck it, young man. Sans anything, but that Weary Willie feelin" and a devourin" thirst. But I lost four pounds," he added more cheerfully--his fingers demonstrating in his waistband. "Oh, I"ll put it on again to-night at dinner. Silly a.s.s business--this runnin" around in the sun."

"Quite so," Olga agreed, "but everything we do is silly and asinine."

There was an outburst of applause form the others at a particularly brilliant shot below.

"By George!" cried Westcott, "she"s got him. It"s Hermia"s vantage and forty-love. O Reggie! A love game, by Jiminy! Hermia, you"ve won me a cool hundred."

The game was over and the players shook hands before the net, Hermia laughing gaily, Armistead"s eyes full of honest adoration. They were handsome children, those two.

Hermia climbed the steps slowly amid the congratulations of the guests and smiled as Markham came forward to meet her. She was rosy as a cherub, her bright hair tumbled beneath her crimson hair-band.

"Very good of you to come, Mr. Markham," she said breathlessly. "I had my eye in, and _couldn"t_ stop. I simply had to beat Reggie, you know," And then as her responsibilities recurred to her, "you"ve met everybody? Mrs. Renshaw, Miss Coddington--Mr. Markham--the Hermit of Thimble Island."

With a laugh she led him away from the others and threw herself in a lounge chair and motioned him to a seat nearby.

"You see," she said gaily, "her I am--quite safe--and ready to mock at all seriousness-the gra.s.shopper entertaining the ant. Do you think you can stand so much gayety, Mr. Markham?"

"Even an ant must have its moments of frivolity."

"You frivolous!" she smiled.

"I"ve always wanted to be. It"s one of my secret longings. I was born old. Show me how to be young and I"ll give you anything I possess."

"That"s tempting. I think I"ll begin at once."

He laughed. "At what?"

She scrutinized him from top to toe.

"Oh, at your goggles."

He fingered his gla.s.ses.

"These?"

She nodded.

He took them off and looked at them amusedly.

"That"s the first step. You"re ten years younger already," she said.

"Oh, am I?"

"Yes. I"m sure of it--when you don"t frown."

"And next?"

"You must flirt, Mr. Markham--and make pretty speeches--"

"Pretty speeches!"

"Oh, yes--you must treat every woman as though you adored her secretly, and when ladies visit your studio you mustn"t bang the door in their faces."

"Did I do that?"

"Er--figuratively, yes. You were very impolite." She lay back and laughed at him. "There--I feel better. Now we shall be good friends."

He fingered his goggles a moment, and then his eyes met hers in frank agreement.

"I"m glad of that," he said, with a slow smile. "I like you a great deal."

She straightened, her eyes sparkling merrily.

"You see? You"re improving already. I have great hopes for you, Mr.

Markham." She threw a glance at the others and rose. "Here endeth the first lesson. It is time to dress. We will resume after dinner. That is," she added, "if Olga will spare you for a few moments."

"Olga--Madame Tcherny won"t mind in the least," he laughed. "If you can make me anybody but myself, she will thank you from the bottom of her heart. Madame Tcherny is already at the point of giving me up as a hopeless case."