uld travel twenty miles to see a flower; if you wish
to go, you may."

She dressed herself in a dainty costume, set out, and arrived in St.
Peter-Port just as the clock of the Town Church struck five. Going
to the market, she paid the entrance fee, and proceeded leisurely to
examine the flowers.

While she was doing so, Frank Mathers entered the exhibition,
utterly unconscious of her being there. He was walking about in the
crowd, which, as evening approached, was getting thicker and
thicker, when he perceived Adele intently bent upon examining the
cut flowers.

He was quite upset. When he had recovered sufficiently to think;
"She is alone, why is not her lover with her," he mused. He could
not unravel this mystery.

Hope sprang within him; he shook it off. "He will be back
presently," he said to himself; "she is waiting for him while
pretending to examine the flowers."

He gazed upon her with admiration, unheeding the throng that
continually jostled him.

Suddenly, he was startled by a burst of laughter behind him. He
turned round to ascertain its cause.

Two burly fellows who were watching him, were having a merry time of
it at his expense.

He moved from his place and walked away, passing quite close to
Adele, who did not notice him. He stopped a few paces from her,
watching her narrowly all the time.

She looked up, saw him, recognised him, and nodded. He raised his
hat; then, a strange delicacy of feeling overcoming him, he walked
away.

Adele saw him go and felt stung. Why had he not spoken to her? he
might have done so. She had been on the point of advancing towards
him, and he seemed to have deliberately avoided her.

"I was not mistaken when I fancied he loved another one," she said
to herself. In spite of that, she walked in a contrary direction to
him, hoping to meet him, a thing which she could not fail to do if
they both kept advancing in contrary directions. She did not stop to
think that he would perhaps pass haughtily by her. Love is blind.

Like the two gentlemen who circumnavigated the globe, the two young
people met. Frank inquired after Mr. Rougeant's health, and made a
few remarks about the exhibition. He always expected to see her
intended appear on the scene. Finally, he ventured to ask: "Are you
quite alone?" "Yes, quite," she answered.

They walked together for fully one hour, examining the flowers and
fruit. "Is not this a beautiful specimen of the Dahlia?" Adele
asked, poin