CHAPTER XIX

WOLFENDEN'S LOVE-MAKING "Lord Wolfenden?" He laughed at her surprise, and took off his cap. He was breathless, for he had been scrambling up the steep side of the hill on which she was standing, looking steadfastly out to sea. Down in the valley from which he had come a small boy with a bag of golf clubs on his back was standing, making imaginary swings at the ball which lay before him. "I saw you from below," he explained. "I couldn't help coming up. You don't mind?" "No; I am glad to see you," she said simply. "Y…