CHAPTER I

IN THE OLD WORLD The afternoon sun was streaming through the lattice window of an old-fashioned West of England farmhouse, throwing strange gleams of light into the quaint old corners, and across the red-tiled floor. Leaning back in a chintz-covered old easy-chair drawn out from the corner was Bryan. His cap and stick were upon the table, and his hair was rough and wind-tossed. He had just come in from a long walk. A little grey-haired woman—the picture of neat old age—came across the floor to him from the other en…