"I hope to have no need to travel far on the Feast of St. John!" cried Lynborough. They went out on the lawn. Nothing was asked, and nothing told, that day. In truth there appeared to be no need. For it seems as though Love were not always invisible, nor the twang of his bow so faint as to elude the ear. With joyous blood his glad wounds are red, and who will may tell the sufferers. Sympathy too lends insight; your fellow-sufferer knows your plight first. There were fellow-sufferers on the lawn that day--to whom, as to all good lovers, here's Godspeed. She went with him in the afternoon through the gardens, over the sunk fence, across the meadows, till they came to the path. On it they walked together. "So is your right recognized, my lord," she said. "We will walk together on Helena's Path," he answered, "until it leads us--still together--to the Boundless Sea." THE END TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Italics are indicated by _underscores_. Minor typographical errors and inconsistencies have been silently corrected.