present. So, then, it were inordinate to hope to fall in with her
again to-day, and you and I must face an anti-climax. Be thankful we
have the memories of the morning to feed upon. And, if you desire a
subject for meditation, observe how appetites are created. If we had
not met her at all, we should not hunger and thirst in this way for
another meeting."

He left the red collar round Patapouf's neck. The rest of the torn
ribbon he carefully gathered up and put in his pocket-book.

VIII

"One should, however, give happy accidents a certain encouragement," he
reflected, as he woke next morning. "She said it was her habit. We
will seek her again in the hours immaculate."

He sought her far and near. He wandered the park till breakfast time.
The appropriate scene was set: the familiar sheep were there, the
trees, the birds, the dewy swards, the sunshine and the shadows:
but--though, at each new turning, as each new prospect opened,
expectancy anew looked eagerly from his eyes--the lady of the piece was
ever missing.

"And yet you boasted it was your habit," bitterly he reproached his
vision of her.

All day he held out to happy accidents what encouragement he might.
All day he roamed the park, and, as the day dragged on, became a deeply
dejected man. Even the certitude of seeing her to-morrow was of small
comfort.

"Two minutes before Mass, and three minutes after--what is that?" he
grumbled.

Towards five o'clock he took a resolution.

"There are such things as accidents, but there is also," he argued,
"such a thing as design. Why is man endowed with free-will? I don't
care how it may look, nor what they may think. I 'm going to call upon
her, I 'm going to ask myself to tea."

In this, however, he reckoned without the keeper of her door.

"The ladies er _ait_, sir," announced that prim-lipped functionary.

"Now farewell hope," he mourned, as the door closed in his face.
"There's nothing left for me to do but to go for a thundering long
walk, and tire myself into oblivion. I will walk to Wetherleigh."

Head bent, eyes downcast, sternly resolved to banish her from his
thought, he set forwards, with rapid, dogged steps. He had gone, it
may be, a hundred yards, when a voice stopped him.

"Sh--sh! Please--please!" it whispered.

IX

The grounds immediately appertaining to Craford New Manor are traversed
by a brook. Springing from amidst a thicket of creepers up the
hillside, i