'Well, I shall be seeing you this afternoon perhaps, Mrs. Porter; meanwhile I'm off for a walk, far beyond your ambling paces; so farewell.' She blew the old lady a kiss in the most gracious style of that age, then swept away without another word. The commander, standing in his window, caught sight of her, and rushed round out of doors slap into the arms of Mrs. Porter. 'Why, commander,' began the lady, 'this is an unexpected pleasure indeed.' 'Hi! Ada, where are you going?' shouted the old seaman, in his roughest voice. Ada half turned her face and made an ironic flourish of farewell, but spoke no word. 'She's after that man,' said the commander, with a black look in the direction of the becloaked figure. 'She's fallen head over heels in love with him, and he must either be forced out of the place or----' 'What, Captain Conway--do say what?' cried Mrs. Porter. 'Or battened down in the Devil's Walk to cry again from help for another pretty woman.' 'Give that out, and the sands will not want paraders,' said humorous Mrs. Porter. They stood conversing. The commander was detained by the lady who would have hindered Ada. So even Mrs. Porters have their uses. Meanwhile the girl, whose heart her father knew, rough old seaman as he was, was stepping out briskly, literally in chase of the man she was determined to have a meeting with. She was only slightly vexed that her father had seen him pass; she would rather her father had been asleep in an armchair, or shaving himself in his bedroom, which did not overlook Captain Jackman. Jackman took the ground with an actor's tread; her pursuit carried the sound of her footsteps to his ears; he turned, looked, started with pleasure and astonishment, and ran forward to meet the young lady. 'I am surprised,' she cried, with her face red as fire, 'that you should think it friendly to stay away from our house for two days, never to inquire how I was after that barbarous night underground, and now to give the go-by to our home.' He held her hand whilst she spoke, and answered, 'I was away yesterday, madam; but in any case I should not have called. I saw dislike in your father's face.' 'My father dislikes everything that is not aged and rotten. He buys old books, and if they're printed in characters he can't read, so much the better. He believes in the ships of a hundred years ago, and laughs with a sneer at the line-of-battle ships of to-day. He has lived for years a stagnant life; it is a pond on which all sorts of ugly weeds grow and blow. Do not concern yourself with his dislike. Where are you going?' 'I was going merely for a stroll as far as the entrance to the Devil's Walk. Frankly, in expectation of meeting you,' he answered, with his eyes filled with active love fastened upon hers. The colour sank out of her face when she noticed that look. She was loved, and the truth went to her heart.