‘Allow me to come with you,’ he said, accompanying her to the door, and again showing by his behaviour how much he was impressed with her. His influence over her had vanished with the musical chords, and she turned her back upon him. ‘May I come?’ he repeated. ‘No, no. The distance is not a quarter of a mile--it is really not necessary, thank you,’ she said quietly. And wishing him good-evening, without meeting his eyes, she went down the steps, leaving him standing at the door. ‘O, how is it that man has so fascinated me?’ was all she could think. Her own self, as she had sat spell-bound before him, was all she could see. Her gait was constrained, from the knowledge that his eyes were upon her until she had passed the hollow by the waterfall, and by ascending the rise had become hidden from his view by the boughs of the overhanging trees. 5. SIX TO SEVEN P.M. The wet shining road threw the western glare into her eyes with an invidious lustre which rendered the restlessness of her mood more wearying. Her thoughts flew from idea to idea without asking for the slightest link of connection between one and another. One moment she was full of the wild music and stirring scene with Manston---the next, Edward’s image rose before her like a shadowy ghost. Then Manston’s black eyes seemed piercing her again, and the reckless voluptuous mouth appeared bending to the curves of his special words. What could be those troubles to which he had alluded? Perhaps Miss Aldclyffe was at the bottom of them. Sad at heart she paced on: her life was bewildering her. On coming into Miss Aldclyffe’s presence Cytherea told her of the incident, not without a fear that she would burst into one of her ungovernable fits of temper at learning Cytherea’s slight departure from the programme. But, strangely to Cytherea, Miss Aldclyffe looked delighted. The usual cross-examination followed. ‘And so you were with him all that time?’ said the lady, with assumed severity. ‘Yes, I was.’ ‘I did not tell you to call at the Old House twice.’ ‘I didn’t call, as I have said. He made me come into the porch.’ ‘What remarks did he make, do you say?’ ‘That the lightning was not so bad as I thought.’ ‘A very important remark, that. Did he--’ she turned her glance full upon the girl, and eyeing her searchingly, said-- ‘Did he say anything about _me_?’ ‘Nothing,’ said Cytherea, returning her gaze calmly, ‘except that I was to give you the subscription.’ ‘You are quite sure?’ ‘Quite.’ ‘I believe you. Did he say anything striking or strange about himself?’ ‘Only one thing--that he was troubled,’ ‘Troubled!’ After saying the word, Miss Aldclyffe relapsed into silence. Such behaviour as this had ended, on most previous occasions, by her making a confession, and Cytherea expected one now. But for once she was mistaken, nothing more was said.