It was not easy for Farr with his nature to forgive a repulse, and on Tuesday he kept to the _Vortex_, nursing his wrongs, and vowing he would take no step to make matters right between them until Jean should show some sign of penitence. By Wednesday this determination was less firm, and during the hours of his work and leisure his heart was pleading for Jean. When evening came he gave up the struggle, and at nine o'clock presented himself at the manor. The light that streamed out through the open door and windows revealed quite a number of people on the veranda, and he remembered that he had observed the _Sylph_ riding at anchor in the harbor. They gave him a hearty welcome, and while Nathalie was rallying him for his unkind desertion of them, he vainly tried to discover Jean's whereabouts. His inability to do so was soon explained. "Where did Jean go?" Nathalie asked. Eleanor answered from the corner of the veranda: "She went in the house a little while ago." "Send Susie up for her, Nathalie," Helen requested. Farr took a seat on the railing at a point which commanded a view of the hall; and found himself face to face with Miss Stuart, who was tilting slowly back and forth in a deep rocker. They had interchanged one or two commonplace remarks when a maid tripped across the hall and stood in the doorway. "Miss Jean begs to be excused," she announced briefly, and disappeared into the darkened dining room beyond. Farr drew a quick breath, and a frown contracted his brows. He could scarcely believe that he had heard aright. With a characteristic gesture, he pulled his cap down over his eyes and set his teeth. Miss Stuart remembered the trick of old. She watched him furtively, with a curious light in her eyes. Suddenly he recalled her existence, but when he looked at her she had already averted her gaze and was apparently quite unconscious that anything of importance had taken place.