"We shall be something late for four-hours, _Milly_," saith she. "Prithee, wake _Adam_, whilst I make an end." Off went I and gave _Adam_ a good shake, and coming back, found _Edith_ in discourse with my gentleman. I cannot tell why, but I would as lief he had not conversed with any but me. "Sir," said I, "may we set you down of the lakeside?" "No, I thank you much," saith he: and lifting his bonnet from his head, I saw how gleaming golden was yet his hair. "I have a boat o'er the other side. Farewell, my sweet mistresses both: I trust we shall meet again. Methinks I owe it you, howbeit, to tell you my name. I am Sir _Edwin Tregarvon_, of _Cornwall_, and very much your servant." So away went he, with a graceful mien: and we home o'er the lake. All the way _Edith_ saith nought but--"_Milly_, where didst thou pick up thy _cavaliero_?" "Nay," said I, "he it was who picked me up. He was leaning of a tree, of t'other side, over against _Borrowdale_: and I sat me down of a log, and saw him not till he spake." _Edith_ said no more at that time. But in the even, when we were doffing us, and _Nell_ was not yet come up, quoth she-- "_Milly_, is Sir _Edwin_ something free to ask questions?" "Oh, meterly," [tolerably] said I. "I trust thou gavest him not o'er full answers." "Oh, nought of import," said I. "Beside, _Edith_, he is an old friend of _Mother_." "Is he so?" quoth she. "Then we can ask _Mother_ touching him." Now, I could not have told any wherefore, but I had no list to ask _Mother_, nor had I told her so much as one word touching him. I believe I was half afeared she might forbid me to encourage him in talk. I trust _Edith_ shall forget the same, for she hath not an over good memory. SELWICK HALL, NOVEMBER YE IX. I well-nigh do wish I had not writ down that same o' _Friday_ last. Howbeit, there is no penalty against tearing out o' leaves: and that must I do, if need be. Meanwhile, I will go right forward with my chronicling. I did verily think I saw Sir _Edwin_ part-way up the hill behind us o' _Saturday_ even: but o' _Sunday_ he was not in church, for I looked for him. I reckon he must have left this vicinage, or he should scarce run the risk of a twenty pound fine [the penalty per month for non-attendance at the parish church], without he be fairly a-rolling in riches, as his gold chain looked not unlike. Thank goodness, _Edith_ hath forgot to say aught to _Mother_, and 'tis not like she shall think on now.