"It is the bulbous-rooted fumitory," said the young man, pulling a piece at random in the reckless way in which men do disfigure forest flower-beds. "It isn't strictly indigenous, but it is naturalized in many places, and you must have seen it before, though you fancy you haven't." "I have seen it once before," she said earnestly--"all in delicate glaucous-green masses, studded with purple and white, like these; but it was in my dream. I never saw it otherwise, though I know you don't believe me." "Dear Gertrude, I'll believe anything you like to tell me, if you'll come home. I'm sure I have done very wrong. You know I'm always hard up, but I declare I'd give a hundred pounds if you'd come home with me at once. I don't believe there's a gipsy within--" "Good-day, my pretty young gentleman. Let the poor gipsy girl tell you your fortune." He turned round and saw Sybil standing at his elbow, her eyes flashing and her white teeth gleaming in a broad smile. He stood speechless in sudden surprise; but the clergywoman, who was not surprised, came forward with her white hands stretched so expressively towards Sybil's brown ones, that the gipsy girl all but took them in her own. "Please kindly tell me--do you know anything of a young gipsy, named Christian?" The clergywoman spoke with such vehemence that Sybil answered directly, "I know his grandmother"--and then suddenly stopped herself. But as she spoke, she had turned her head with an expressive gesture in the direction of the encampment, and without waiting for more, the clergywoman ran down the path, calling on her cousin to follow her. CHAPTER VII. My ancestor's artifice was very successful when the race was run on two sides of a hedge, backwards and forwards; but if a louis d'or and a bottle of brandy had depended on my reaching the tinker-mother before the clergywoman, I should have lost the wager. We hurried after her, however, as fast as we were able, keeping well under the brushwood. When we could see our neighbours again, the tinker-mother was standing up, and speaking hurriedly, with a wild look in her eyes. "Let me be, Sybil Stanley, and let me speak. I says again, what has fine folk to do with coming and worriting us in our wood? If I did sell him, I sold him fair--and if I got him back, I bought him back fair. Aye my delicate gentlewoman, you may look at me, but I did! "Five years, five years of wind and weather, and hard days and lonely nights:-- "Five years of food your men would chuck to the pigs, and of clothes your maids would think scorn to scour in:-- "Five years--but I scraped it together, and _then_ they baulked me. You shuts the door in the poor tinker-woman's face; you gives the words of warning to the police. "Five more years--it was five more, wasn't it, my daughter?--Sometimes I fancies I makes a mistake and overcounts. But, _he'll_ know. Christian, my dear! Christian, I say!"