The Reverend 'Putty' Leveson, who had been stooping over his bicycle to set something right that was invariably going wrong with that particular machine, and who was redder than ever in the face with his efforts, now looked up. "Miss Vancourt is coming back to the Manor to reside there, so I hear," he said. "Very dull for a woman accustomed to London and Paris. I expect she'll stay about ten days." "One never knows--one cannot tell!" sighed Julian Adderley. "Sometimes to the satiated female mind, overwrought with social dissipation, there comes a strange longing for peace!--for the scent of roses!--for the yellow shine of cowslips!--for the song of the mating birds!--for the breath of cows!" Mr. Marius Longford smiled, and picked a tall buttercup nodding in the grass at his feet. "Such aspirations in the fair sex are absolutely harmless," he said; "Let us hope the lady's wishes may find their limit in a soothing pastoral!" "Ha-ha-ha!" laughed Sir Morton. "You are deep, my dear sir, you are very deep! God bless my soul! Deep as a well! No wonder people are afraid of you! Clever, clever! I'm afraid of you myself! Come along, come along! Can I assist your Grace?" Here he pushed aside with a smothered 'Damn!' the footman, who stood holding open the door of the waggonette, and officiously gave the Duke of Lumpton a hand to help him into the carriage. "Now, Lord Mawdenham, please! You next, Mr. Longford! Come, come, Mr. Adderley! Think of Lady Elizabeth! She will be arriving at the Hall before we are there to receive her! Terrible, terrible! Come along! We're all ready!" Julian Adderley had turned to Walden. "Permit me to call and see you alone!" he said. "I cannot just now appreciate the poetry of your work in the church as I should do--as I ought to do--as I must do! The present company is discordant!--one requires the music of Nature,-the thoughts,--the dreams! But no more at present! I should like to talk with you on many matters some wild sweet morning,--if you have no objection?" Walden was amused. At the same time he was not very eager to respond to this overture of closer acquaintanceship with one who, by his dress, manner and method of speech, proclaimed himself a 'decadent' of the modern school of ethics; but he was nothing if not courteous. So he replied briefly: "I shall be pleased to see you, of course, Mr. Adderley, but I must warn you that I am a very busy man--I should not be able to give you much time--" "No explanations--I understand!" And Adderley pressed his hand with enthusiasm. "The very fact that you are busy in a village like this adds to the peculiar charm of your personality! It is so strange!-- so new--so fresh!" He smiled, and again pressed hands. "Good-bye! The mood will send me to you at the fitting moment!"