untry round, there was a happier man than
he who tended Julia's plants in Julia's garden, and drove parties of
chattering children along the quiet lanes, and sat on warm summer
evenings beside his old friend's grave in Halgrave churchyard. He had
forgotten many things, old slights and old pains, and old losses;
forgotten, perhaps, most things except love. Foolish Johnny, God's
fool, basking in God's sunshine.

And Julia and Rawson-Clew were married, very quietly, without any pomp
or ostentation at all. And if, on the honeymoon, he did not show her
all the places he had thought of on the day when he travelled north
with the girl with the carnations, it was because he had not several
years at his disposal just then. Afterwards he made up for it as work
allowed and time could be found. In the record of their lives there
are many days noted down as holidays, even such holidays as that first
one spent on the Dunes. In the springtime, when the bulb flowers were
in bloom, they went once more to the Dunes and to the little old town
where the Van Heigens lived. They were received with much ceremony by
Mijnheer and his wife, and entertained at a dinner which lasted from
four till half-past six. It is true that afterwards state had to be
lain aside, for Julia insisted on helping to wash the priceless
Nankeen china while her husband smoked long cigars with Mijnheer on
the veranda, but that was all her own fault. Denah came to tea
drinking, she and her lately-wed husband, the bashful son of a
well-to-do shipowner. She was very smiling and all bustling and
greatly pleased with herself and all things, and if she thought poorly
of Julia for washing the plates, she thought very well of the
glittering rings she had left on the veranda-table and well, too, of
her husband, who she recognised as the mysterious "man of good family"
they had seen on the day they drove to the wood. And afterwards when
the tea drinking was done and the dew was falling, Julia walked with
Joost among his flowers, and heard him speak of his hopes and
ambitions, and knew that in his work he had found all the satisfaction
that a man may reasonably hope for here.

Later, Julia and her husband walked through the tidy streets of the
town, looking in at lighted windows, listening to the patois of the
peasants and recalling past times. It was then that he told her how he
had that day tried to buy back the streaked daffodil.

"And Mijnheer would not sell it?" she asked