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They began to discuss the Park.

‘Papa says it will send up the value of that land over there enormously,’ said Beatrice, pointing with her ribboned sunshade to some building plots which lay to the north, high up the hill. ‘Mr. Tellwright owns most of that, doesn’t he?’ she added to Anna.

‘I dare say he does,’ said Anna. It was torture to her to refer to her father’s possessions.

Of course it will be covered with streets in a few months. Will he build himself, or will he sell it?

‘I haven’t the least idea,’ Anna answered, with an effort after gaiety of tone, and then turned aside to look at the crowd. There, close against the bandstand, stood her father, a short, stout, ruddy, middle-aged man in a shabby brown suit. He recognised her, stared fixedly, and nodded with his grotesque and ambiguous grin. Then he sidled off towards the entrance of the Park. None of the others had seen him. ‘Agnes dear,’ she said abruptly, ‘we must go now, or we shall be late for tea.’

As the two women said good-bye their eyes met, and in the brief second of that encounter each tried to wring from the other the true answer to a question which lay unuttered in her heart. Then, having bidden adieu to Mynors, whose parting glance sang its own song to her, Anna took Agnes by the hand and left him and Beatrice together.