‘It’s a cab fare against the gloss of that hat,’ thought Eugene; ‘um! thought so; the fare has it,’ for the back had turned into the Park, and was being borne swiftly along under an umbrella in the direction of Kensington. Eugene turned up his coat collar, and crossing over to the opposite side, drew slightly nearer to the chase. As he intended the opinion to be a strong one, he preferred to have a fair field and no favour, and waited his chance quietly, knowing his Uncle’s usual route would lead him through a sufficiently deserted region. To speak his mind!--A very empty satisfaction, but still, some sort of salve to the bitterness of his feelings. A nursemaid and her charge pressing homewards in the dim distance were now the only people in sight, and Eugene was on the point of ranging alongside, when something white lying in the pathway where his Uncle had just passed caught his eye. Stooping, he picked it up, and stopped mechanically to examine the contents of the packet. The light was dim, and he read the heading words on the covering with difficulty: ‘Seabright Trust.’ He rubbed his eyes, and read it again. No mistake about the words: ‘Seabright Trust,’ the Trust of which himself and his respected Uncle were, or rather had been, the co-trustees; he tore open the covering. Quite so; documents of importance, notes, gold, dropped, undoubtedly dropped by his Uncle. A fierce joy leapt up in his heart; he took one look at the fast disappearing figure, then drew quickly back into the shelter of some trees, and turned again to the contents of the packet. His _co_-trustee--well, not exactly, now--possibly it might have been better for that gentleman, he thought with a bitter sneer, if he were still so. Over this Trust he had come to grief, over this Trust that man--his co-trustee--had shown him no mercy, no saving grace, not even the grace of a two days’ silence. Hard measure, hardly dealt, ‘black sheep--black sheep’--that was all. Well, things square themselves: over this Trust the black sheep would be quits; the documents were _most_ important; the bottom of the Serpentine was quite an admirable place for them.