tle natural liking for manoeuvre, long starved
by the rigid discipline to which she had subjected herself. She had
always been awkward at it, but she liked it; and now it pleased her to
think that she should give her letter secretly to the driver, and on her
way to meet him she forgot that she had meant to ask Barlow for part of
the address. She did not remember this till it was too late to go back
to the hotel, and she suddenly resolved not to consult Barlow, but to
let the driver go about from one place to another with the letter till
he found the right one. She kept walking on out into the forest through
which the road wound, and she had got a mile away before she saw the
weary bowing of the horses' heads as they tugged the barge through the
sand at a walk. She stopped involuntarily, with some impulses to flight;
and as the vehicle drew nearer, she saw the driver turned round upon his
seat, and talking to a passenger behind. She had never counted upon his
having a passenger, and the fact undid all.

She remained helpless in the middle of the road; the horses came to a
stand-still a few paces from her, and the driver ceased from the high
key of conversation, and turned to see what was the matter.

"My grief!" he shouted. "If it had n't been for them horses o' mine, I
sh'd 'a' run right over ye."

"I wished to speak with you," she began. "I wished to send"--

She stopped, and the passenger leaned forward to learn what was going
on. "Miss Breen!" he exclaimed, and leaped out of the back of the barge
and ran to her.

"You--you got my letter!" she gasped.

"No! What letter? Is there anything the matter?"

She did not answer. She had become conscious of the letter, which she
had never ceased to hold in the hand that she had kept in her pocket for
that purpose. She crushed it into a small wad.

Libby turned his head, and said to the driver of the barge, "Go ahead."

"Will you take my arm?" he added to her. "It's heavy walking in this
sand."

"No, thank you," she murmured, recoiling. "I'm not tired."

"Are you well? Have you been quite well?"

"Oh, yes, perfectly. I did n't know you were coming back."

"Yes. I had to come back. I'm going to Europe next week, and I had
to come to look after my boat, here; and I wanted to say good-by to
Maynard. I was just going to speak to Maynard, and then sail my boat
over to Leyden."

"It will be very pleasant," she said, without looking at him. "It's
moonlight now."

"O