"Well, don't be surprised if I fail to turn up. She may be going to a tea-party. Perhaps she may come to yours. But she isn't a farmer's wife." "I have one lady coming to me. She is a Miss Horatia Buchan." "Then she can pour out tea if I don't turn up. Good-bye." She nodded to him and walked on. Thorold went on his way, but he muttered to himself: "Now I wonder what has upset the child and caused this revolution. Wild horses would not have dragged her to this old lady a week ago!" Gentian went straight to her garage and pulled out her car. For half an hour she cleaned and oiled it, then she walked into the house and had her lunch. Miss Ward was of course beaming. "It seems the very thing for you, dear. How kind Mrs. Wharnecliffe is! I feel I shall not be anxious now about you, for I shall know that you are in good company." "I'm going to run over and see Sir Gilbert after lunch," said Gentian; "would you like to come? It's a pretty drive—" "No thank you. I'm not fond of motoring, as you know." It was not the first time Gentian had been to see the blind man. She and he had struck up a great friendship. And he was pretty certain to see her if she was in any difficulty or trouble. But to-day she arrived over in the best of spirits. It was a very warm afternoon and she found him on the lawn under an old cedar. His secretary was reading to him, but he closed the book when he saw Gentian and slipped away, for he knew the two liked to be together for a tête-à-tête talk. "Sir Gilbert, it is true, quite true what you told me the other day. I put it to the test. You said if we took a right step, we should not suffer for it, that God always gave better than we could give ourselves. I decided this morning early that I would be a public chauffeur no longer. I think I have been driven to it. But it cost me a lot to give it up, only I knew it was the right step, and I was in such trouble about it that I went into church to comfort myself with the organ. And you know, for you play yourself, how the organ makes you think of Paradise, and of God, so I left the organ and got down on my knees and prayed that God would give me something better than what I was giving up. And the answer came directly. Mrs. Wharnecliffe came up and told me an old lady wanted the monopoly of my car, and I was to be her chauffeur. Isn't it splendid! I'm going to see her to-morrow." Sir Gilbert smiled. "It's good news for all your friends," he said; "none of us have liked your occupation." "No—and it shows how wicked I am at heart, for the thought of Cousin Thorold's satisfaction, and of Mrs. Wharnecliffe's relief, and Waddy's thankfulness, makes me just long to go back to it. They've all proved so annoyingly right in their fears and surmises." "You feel that the young ought to prove more wise in their judgments than the old? Well, we all have done that in our time, and as we grow older our heads are bowed lower down. Age teaches humility."