The thundercloud had spread with amazing speed and blackness. The soft evening air had become hot and oppressive. Some self-denial was involved on my part in thus hurrying her, for I would fain have drawn out this walk alone with her, having now become, as you will say, Godfrey Glanton complete fool. Yet not such a fool as not to be blessed with a glimmer of common-sense, and this told me that, woman-like, she would not thank me for bringing her home in a state of draggled skirt and dripping, streaming hair, which would inevitably be the case did we fail to reach the house before the downpour should burst. We did however so reach it, and there a surprise awaited, to me, I may as well own, not altogether a pleasant one, for it took the shape of Kendrew. Now Kendrew, as I have said, was a good fellow enough, yet this was the last evening I should spend here for some time. Kendrew was all very well at his own place or at mine--but somehow I didn't want him here, at any rate not to-day, added to which he was a good-looking chap, and lively--a novelty too. There, you see--I am not above owning to my own small meannesses. It transpired moreover that I was the indirect agency through which he was there, for the first thing he said on seeing me was: "There you are, Glanton. Thought I'd ride up and see how you were getting on, and when I got to your place they told me you had come down here. So I thought I'd come on and find you, and take the opportunity of making Major Sewin's acquaintance at the same time. Nothing like getting to know one's neighbours, and there ain't so many of them, eh?" "Glad you did," I answered, shaking hands with him as heartily as ever. Yet at bottom, that "neighbour" idea struck unpleasantly. Kendrew as a neighbour was all very well, and I nailed him as such--for myself, but confound it, I didn't want him getting too "neighbourly" here; and that, too, just as I was going away myself for a time. And then I realised, more fully than ever, what it meant to me to be fulfilling the role of a sort of little Providence to these people. Now Kendrew would lay himself out to do that during my absence, and in short, on my return I might find, to use a vulgar syllogism, that my own nose had been most effectually put out of joint. They had taken to him already, and were on the best of terms--I could see that. Kendrew was one of those jolly, happy-go-lucky souls that people do take to on sight, and he had youth on his side. Moreover my misgivings were in no wise dispelled by the look of surprised whole-hearted admiration which came into his face at sight of Aida Sewin. There was no mistaking this, for if there is one thing I pride myself on it is a faculty for reading every expression of the human countenance no matter how swift and fleeting such may be. Perhaps it is that constant intercourse with savages has endowed me with one of their most unfailing characteristics, but, at any rate, there it is.