Who will be astonished, then, when I say that the lightest and loveliest foot that ever tripped in the New Forest not only tripped but stumbled there? At the very corner where the side walk comes in, and the shade of the tower was deepest, smack from behind a hideous sarcophagus fell into Cradockʼs arms the most beautiful thing ever seen. If he had not caught her, she must have cut the very sweetest face in the world into great holes like the pavement. Stunned for a moment, and then so abroad, that she could not think, nor even speak—“speak nor think” I would have said, if Amy had been masculine—she lay in Cradockʼs trembling arms, and never wondered where she was. Cradock forgot all despair for the moment, and felt uncommonly lively. It was the sweetest piece of comfort sent to him yet from heaven. Afterwards he always thought that his luck turned from that moment. Perhaps it did; although most people would laugh who knew him afterwards. Presently Amy recovered, and was wroth with herself and everybody. Ruddier than a Boursalt rose, she fell back against the tombstone. “Oh, Amy”, said Cradock, retiring; “I have known it long. Even you are turned against me”. “I turned against you, Mr. Nowell! What right have you to say that of me”? “No right to say anything, Amy; and scarcely a right to think anything. Only I have felt it”. “Then I wouldnʼt give much for your feelings. I mean—I beg your pardon—you know I can never express myself”. “Of course, I know that”, said Cradock. “Oh, canʼt I, indeed”? said Amy; “I dare say you think so, Mr. Nowell. You have always thought so meanly of me. But, if I canʼt express my meaning, I am sure my father can. Perhaps you think you know more than he does”. “Amy”, said Cradock, for all this was so unlike herself, that, loving that self more than his own, he scarce knew what to do with it; “Amy, dear, I see what it is. I suspected it all along”. “What, if you please, Mr. Nowell? I am not accustomed to be suspected. Suspected, indeed”! “Miss Rosedew, donʼt be angry with me. I know very well how good you are. It is the last time I shall ever see you, or I would not restore you this”. The moon, being on her way towards the southeast, looked over the counter–like gravestone, and Cradock placed on the level surface the bracelet found in the wood. Amy knew it in a moment; and she burst out crying— “Oh, poor Clayton! How proud he was of it! Mr. Nowell, I never could have thought this of you; never, never, never”! “Thought what of me, Amy? Darling Amy, what on earth have I done to offend you”? “Oh, nothing. I suppose it is nothing to remind me how cruel I have been to him. Oh no, nothing at all. And all this _from you_”. In a storm of sobs she fell upon Jeremy Wattleʼs tombstone, and Cradock put one arm around her, to prevent her being hurt. “Amy, you drive me wild. I have brought it to you only because it is yours, and because I am going away”.