1 I would that You, fair Mistress, had seen the Lady Barbara Wychwoode as I beheld her on that never-to-be-forgotten afternoon, her Cheeks of a delicate pallor, her golden Hair slightly disarranged, her Lips trembling with excitement. You, who are so inexpressibly beautiful, would have been generous enough to give ungrudging Admiration to what was so passing fair. She was panting a little, for obviously she had been scared, and clung to her Brother as if for protection. But I noticed that directly she entered the room her Eyes encountered those of my Lord Stour, and that at sight of him a happy smile at once over-spread and illumined her Face. "I am so thankful, Douglas, dear," she said, "that Pyncheon happened to know you were here. He also knew the way to Mr. Baggs’ house, and as soon as he realized that the crowd in Fleet Street was no ordinary one, he literally took to his heels and brought me along here in amazingly quick time. But, oh!" she added lightly, "I can tell You that I was scared. My heart went thumping and I have not yet recovered my breath." Her cheeks now had become suffused with a blush and her blue eyes sparkled, more with excitement than fear, I imagined. Certain it is that her Beauty was enhanced thereby. But Lord Douglas, with a Brother’s privilege, shrugged his shoulders and said with a show of banter: "Methinks, Babs, dear, that your heart hath chiefly gone a-thumping because you are surprised at finding Stour here." She gave a gay little laugh—the laugh of one who is sure of Love and of Happiness; the same laugh, dear Mistress, for which I have hearkened of late in vain from You. "I only arrived in London this morning," my Lord Stour explained. "And hastened to pay your respects to the law rather than to me," Lady Barbara taunted him lightly. "I would not have ventured to present myself at this hour," he rejoined. "And, apparently, would have found the Lady Barbara from home." "So a beneficent Fairy whispered to You to go and see Mr. Notary, and thus arranged everything for the best." "The beneficent Fairy had her work cut out, then," Lord Douglas remarked, somewhat impatiently, I thought. "How do you mean?" she retorted. "Why," said he, "in order to secure this tryst, the beneficient Fairy had first to bring me hither as well as Stour, and Lady Castlemaine to the India House. Then she had to inflame the temper of a whole Crowd of Roisterers sufficiently to cause the worthy Pyncheon to take to his heels, with you in the chair. In fact, the good Fairy must have been to endless trouble to arrange this meeting ’twixt Lady Barbara and her Lover, when but a few hours later that same meeting would have come about quite naturally." "Nay, then!" she riposted with perfect good humour, "let us call it a happy Coincidence, and say no more about it."