Calder left his sentence unfinished. "Well?" said Charlie. "If," said Calder slowly, "there are any girls, either down here or in London, whom you're quite sure you'll never want to marry, I should like to be introduced to one of 'em, Charlie, if you've no objections." "What do you mean?" "Why, in fact, during this last week, Charlie, I have come to have a great esteem for Miss Bushell. There's about her a something--a solidity---" "She can't help that, poor girl." "A solidity of mind," said Calder, a little stiffly. "Oh, I beg pardon. But I say, Calder, what are you driving at?" "Charlie! Charlie!" sounded from outside. "Tea's ready." Calder rose and took Charlie by the arm. "Should I be safe," he asked solemnly, "in allowing myself to fall in love with Miss Bushell, or are you likely to step in again?" "You mean it? Honor bright, Calder?" "Yes." "Where's Bradshaw? By Jove, where's Bradshaw?" "Bradshaw? What the devil has Bradshaw----?" "Why, a train, man--a train to town." "I don't want to go to town, bless the man---" "You! No, but I do. To town, Calder--to Agatha, you old fool." "Oh, that's your lay?" "Yes, of course. I couldn't go back on you, but if you're off---" "Charlie, old fellow, think again." "Go to the deuce! Where's that---?" "Charlie, Charlie! Tea!" "Hang tea!" he cried; but Calder dragged him off, telling him that to-morrow would do for Bradshaw. At tea Charlie's spirits were very much better, and it was observed that Calder Wentworth paid marked attention to Millie Bushell, so that, when they started for the Pool, Millie was prevailed upon to be one of the party, on the understanding that Mr. Went worth would take care of her. This time the expedition went off more quietly than it had previously, but at the last moment the ladies declared that they would, be late for dinner if they waited till it was time for Agatha Merceron to come. "Oh, nonsense!" said Calder. "Come over to the temple, Miss Bushell. I won't upset the canoe." "Well, if you insist," said Millie. Then Mrs. Marland remarked in the quietest voice in the world--- "There's some one in the temple." "What?" cried Millie. "Eh?" exclaimed Calder. "Nonsense!" said Charlie. "I saw a face at the window," insisted Mrs. Marland. "Oh, Mrs. Marland! Was it very awful?" "Not at all, Millie--very pretty," and she gave Charlie a look full of meaning. "Look, look!" cried Millie in strong agitation. And, as they looked, a slim figure in white came quietly out of the temple, a smile--and, alas! no vestige of a blush--on her face, walked composedly down the steps, and, standing on the lowest one, thence--did not throw herself into the water--but called, in the most natural voice in the world, "Which of you is coming to fetch me?" Charlie looked at Calder. Calder said, "I think you'd better put her across, old man. And--er--we might as well walk on."