’Mirelle!’ he exclaimed, and hastened to interpose his umbrella between her and the wind. ’How unexpected! What brings you to Plymouth? It is my fate to light on you where least anticipated. I have completed my excursion and filled my portfolio. I returned by the south coast to see whether it furnished material for a second issue of pictures, and here I am at Plymouth meditating a return to Launceston as soon as the weather clears. I was so shocked to hear of your loss. I always respected John Herring as a worthy, well-meaning man. There was no pretence about him, no affectation of being other than he was. I have no doubt that his death was an awful blow to you—so sudden, and the manner so dreadful. You have my warmest sympathy. Poor fellow! poor fellow! Well, well, the world is short of a good sterling man it could ill afford to lose. I hope his circumstances were all right, no money trouble?’ Mirelle shook her head. ’You do not think that distress about over-expenditure can have affected his brain? Inability to meet calls?’ ’He was well off—rich—much richer than I thought,’ said Mirelle, sadly. ’But pray, Captain, spare me now.’ ’Allow me your arm,’ said Trecarrel; ’the wind is so high that I am in momentary fear of your being blown off the cliff and being carried out to sea.’ ’The wind is on shore,’ said Mirelle, drily. ’True, true; I had not observed it. Bah! here comes the rain, driving as you say on shore, and irresistible. Under these circumstances there is no cowardice in beating a retreat and evacuating the Hoe to the enemy. Shall we descend? Where are you staying? At the Royal? Let me accompany you home. What! Genefer Benoke here? How do you do, Genefer? Sad time you have had at Welltown. My heart has bled for you all. I would have flown to the spot to offer my services, but some sorrows are too sacred to be intruded on. I never was more shocked in my life than when I heard of the accident, if accident it may be called, but I suppose it really was that, if he was unembarrassed in circumstances.’ So talking, asking questions and getting no answers, Captain Trecarrel accompanied Mirelle back to the inn. He did not wait to be invited to enter, but accompanied Mirelle upstairs. ’Now tell me all about it,’ he said. ’I would not return to Welltown after the sad event, through delicacy of sentiment; I thought it might augment your trouble. So I continued my sketching tour, and really made some capital drawings. The weather, however, proved detestable, and after a while I gave up the north coast and took a flying survey of the south. And now, tell me why you are here. What can have brought you to Plymouth?’ ’Captain Trecarrel, I am on my way to France, to the convent of the Sacré Coeur, where I was educated.’ ’Nothing of the sort. You are going to stay in England.’