It was disgusting of him to miss the Greek Prose paper, Daphne considered. "He didn't oversleep at all, of course. I soon found _that_ out. The real reason was that he had gone to some man's rooms the night before, and the silly brat must go and drink a whisky-and-soda and smoke a cigar. That did it! It was no use telling Dad, because he simply wouldn't believe such a story; and if he did, it would make him unhappy for weeks. Besides, who can blame the poor dear? You can't be surprised if a schoolboy kicks over the traces a bit the first time he finds himself out on his own--can you?" "I thought," replied Sir John, finding that some answer was expected of him, "that you said you knew nothing of men?" "I said I didn't know _many_ men," corrected Daphne. "But those I do know I know pretty thoroughly. They're very easy to understand, dear things! You always know where you are with them. Now, girls are different. Did you notice that boy whom we passed just now, who went pink and took off his hat. That's Bobby Gill--a flame of Cilly's. I'm going to have a lot of trouble with Cilly's love-affairs, I can see. She falls down and worships every second man she meets. I believe she would start mooning round the place after _you_ if you weren't so old," she added. "Cilly's a darling, but what she wants----" She plunged, with puckered brow and tireless tongue, into a further tale of hopes and fears. Stiffy's schooling, Nicky's boots, the curate who _had_ to come--all were laid upon the table. Even the Emergency Bag and Wednesday's joint crept in somehow. They were almost home when she concluded. Suddenly Apollyon inquired: "Do you know the name of that little hollow on our right? Is it Tinkler's Den?" "Yes; we often have picnics there. How did you know?" "It is part of Lord Kirkley's estate, as you are probably aware; and his lordship, finding like most of us that he has not sufficient money for his needs, has asked me to come and have a look at the ground round Tinkler's Den on the off-chance of our finding coal there." Daphne turned upon him, wide-eyed and horror-struck. "You mean to say," she gasped, "that you are going to dig for coals in Tinkler's Den?" "I can't tell you, until----" Apollyon paused. A small hand was resting on his sleeve, and a very small voice said beseechingly-- "Don't--_please_!" "Very well, then: I won't," he said, in a matter-of-fact fashion; and they resumed their walk. * * * * * "I hope you haven't been bored," said Daphne, the hostess in her rising to the surface as the shadow of the Rectory fell upon her once more. "Your ears must be simply aching, but it's such a treat to talk to any one who knows about things. I never get the chance to ask advice. I usually have to give it. Dad and the boys are so helpless, bless them!"