"Matildy was mighty huffy at first. 'You should have called to explain, or sent a note to apologize,' she said. But when you went on doing neither, she grew down hearted like,--took it to heart serious, I do believe, though she has never owned up as much to anybody. But, if once she makes sure you are in the land of the livin', see if you don't catch it, that's all. I guess I shouldn't like to be you, when you call to explain, unless you can make the narrative real thrillin'. But how was it, general? You must come up to the hotel with us and see Ralph--I don't see where that man's run to--and tell us all about them tramps. Do, now, general, like a dear." "Impossible, Mrs. Herkimer. I go to Montreal by this very train. Good-bye." CHAPTER XI. PLANTING HYACINTHS. Desdemona listening to the Moor is a parallel not now used for the first time. The "cultured" reader has met it before. But where to find a better? Matilda sat and listened with open-eyed attention while Considine told his story. She had received him with some slight display of coolness, when he first appeared, but without question and comment. If the men cared no more than to forget their little plan of a lunch in the woods, of what consequence could it possibly be to them? They would know better than trouble him with their little female festivities again, that was all; and if he had been indifferent or rude, at least they knew better than make themselves absurd by showing offence. It was "good morning, Mr. Considine," when he appeared. "So sorry Penelope has gone out. However, she is only down at the farm, talking to Bruneau. She will be back presently." Considine had to say everything for himself, without the assistance which even pretending to call him to account would have given; while all the time he recognized how deeply he must have offended by the severity with which he was chilled and sat upon, as Miss Matilda went on most industriously with her embroidery. "I failed to turn up at your pic-nic, Miss Matilda." "Oh! It was no consequence. I dare say you would have found it dull if you had come. As it was, the day was so sultry we felt sure it would thunder, and did not go." "But I really wished to go, Miss Matilda. I was most desirous---" Matilda lifted her face to smile a sweet incredulous smile on the visitor, and then went on with her work. "But it is so, Miss Matilda. I beg you will believe me. And do you suppose I would not have sent you word if it had been possible?" "We were surprised at that, now I remember. But it was not a party. It was nothing. Pray do not mention it!" "But I must, Miss Matilda. It was most important to me!" Miss Matilda laid her work in her lap and looked up.