"Thank you all the same, Johnny," she said to me. And I went back to the forfeits. They went off together, Jane's arm within his--their last walk, perhaps, in this world. But it seemed that they could not talk any more than they did in the garden, and went along for the most part in silence. Just before turning into Brook Lane they met Tom Chandler--he who was doing so much for Valentine in this emigration matter. He had come from Islip to spend a last hour with his cousin. "Go on, Tom; you'll find them all at home," said Valentine. "I shall not be very long after you." Upon coming to the Inlets, Jane clung closer to Valentine's arm. It was here that she had seen her unfortunate brother Oliver standing, after his death. Valentine hastily passed his arm round her to impart a sense of protection. At the gate they parted, taking their farewell hand-shake, their last kiss. "God help you, my dear!" breathed Valentine. "And if--if we never meet again, believe that no other will ever love you as I have loved." He turned back on the road he had come, and Jane went in to her desolate home. II "Aunt Mary Ann, I've come back, and brought a visitor with me!" Mrs. Mary Ann Cramp, superintending the preserving of a pan of morella cherries over the fire in her spacious kitchen, turned round in surprise. I was perched on the arm of the old oak chair, watching the process. I had gone to the farm with a message from Crabb Cot, and Mrs. Cramp, ignoring ceremony, called me into the kitchen. Standing at the door, with the above announcement, was Julietta Chandler. She had been away on a fortnight's visit. "Now where on earth did you spring from, Juliet?" asked Mrs. Cramp. "I did not expect you to-day. A visitor? Who is it?" "Cherry Dawson, Aunt Mary Ann; and I didn't think it mattered about letting you know," returned Juliet. They had given up the longer name, Julietta. "You can see her if you look through the window; she is getting out of the fly at the gate. Cherry Dawson is the nicest and jolliest girl in the world, and you'll all be in love with her--including you, Johnny Ludlow." Sure enough, there she was, springing from the fly which had brought them from Crabb station. A light, airy figure in a fresh brown-holland dress and flapping Leghorn hat. The kitchen window was open, and we could hear her voice all that way off, laughing loudly at something and chattering to the driver. She was very fair, with pretty white teeth, and a pink colour on her saucy face. Mrs. Cramp left Sally to the cherries, went to the hall door and opened it herself, calling the other maid, Joan, to come down. The visitor flew in with a run and a sparkling laugh, and at once kissed Mrs. Cramp on both cheeks, without saying with your leave or by your leave. I think she would not have minded kissing me, for she came dancing up and shook my hand. "It's Johnny Ludlow, Cherry," said Juliet. "Oh, how delightful!" cried Miss Cherry.