CHAPTER XI.

SOWING THE WIND Edris Temperley presently found herself in a large, well-furnished sitting-room, the two long windows of which opened out upon a stone balcony which overlooked the wide, green lawns and the English Channel beyond. As she entered, Seton Darville took her gloved hand in his and, bending gallantly, kissed it with that innate politeness he always showed towards women. “How charming!” cried the girl, glancing round. “You’re awfully cozy here, aren’t you?” The room was, indeed, a pleasant one. Across the …