When he and Addie were once more on their way he occupied himself solely with the slight difficulties of her path, but before they had gone halfway she was making an effort to talk in her usual style, and succeeding fairly well. They were just at the place where the paths branched off, and Percival was stooping to disentangle her dress, which was caught on a bramble. As he raised himself he heard an approaching step, and quick as thought he laid his hand on Addie's arm. A couple of yards farther and they would be in the one path, and must meet the newcomer. Standing where they were, it was an even chance: he might pass them or might go the other way. Addie stood breathless, and Percival's heart gave a quick throb, more for Addie's sake than his own. But, after all, it might be no one who knew them, and in that dim light-- The moon glided with startling swiftness from behind a fleecy cloud and shone on their white faces. The man, passing close by, started and stepped back, recovered himself with a muttered ejaculation, and said, "Fine evening, Mr. Thorne," as he passed. "Very," Percival replied. "Good-night." The other returned a "Good-night, sir," and disappeared in the twilight. "He knew you," said Addie. She looked frightened. Her parting from Oliver had unnerved her: difficulties which she had made light of in the happiness of anticipation seemed more formidable now. Standing there in the white moonlight and dim shadows of the wood, she suddenly realized the strange and doubtful aspect her expedition with Percival Thorne must wear to ordinary eyes. Nor was her companion likely to reassure her. An air of sombre resolution was more in his line than the light-hearted confidence which would have treated the whole affair as a trifle. He was, as Addie herself had called him, "well behaved." She would have trusted him to the death, only just at that moment a little touch of happy recklessness would have been a greater comfort to her than his anxious loyalty. But Percival could never be reckless: deliberately indifferent he might be, but reckless never. "He knew you," said Addie, as they resumed their walk. "Yes, but he would not know you. It does not signify much," was Percival's reply. "But he does know me." "Impossible! Oh, you mean he knows your name." She nodded: "He often passes our house. Always on Thursday, when a lot of people go by. Isn't it a market somewhere?" "Brookley market. Oh yes, he would go there, no doubt." "Once or twice I have been walking on the road, and he has driven past. I know his face quite well, and I'm sure--I should think--he knows mine." "Very likely he may not have recognized you in this half-light," said Percival. She shivered: "He did. I felt him look right through me." "Well, suppose he did. After all, there is no reason why we should not take a walk together on a summer evening if we like, is there?" "Where is he going?" said Addie. "To the cottage?"