"Dear Julie!" It was the young French officer, and he ran and caught her by both hands and kissed them. "To think of meeting you, here in England! But let me introduce my friends--my friends the enemy." And here he rattled off their names in a hurry. "Really, one would suppose that Dr. Clatworthy was lost!" said Miss Sophia with a cold-seeming bow and a glance along the path. "You have ordered tea here?" asked the young naval lieutenant, Mr. Hardcastle. "There _was_ to have been tea." "I do hope, miss," said he, "that we are not ousting you from your table?" "To tell the truth," said Miss Sophia, "I know nothing about the arrangements. A gentleman was to have been here to receive us--indeed we have come at his invitation; but he is in no hurry, it seems." "Indeed, miss," put in Susannah, "and I'm sure I don't know what to do! The gentlemen, here, have engaged the big summer-house, which holds forty at a pinch, and there's no other place that'll seat more than half a dozen. Of course," said she, "the two parties could sit at the long table, one at each end--" But here young Mr. Hardcastle, after a glance at Miss Julie and her young Frenchman--that were already deep in talk together--cut Susannah short with a sly wink. He was a lad of great presence of mind, and rose in later life to be an Admiral. "Ladies," said he, "I feel sure that if we leave the arrangements entirely to this good woman, your worthy squire--whenever he chooses to put in an appearance--will find nothing to complain of." Well, well . . . I can't tell you just how it happened: but happen it did, and I daresay you've seen enough of the ways of young folk to understand it. While Susannah bustled back to the house to fetch the relays, the two parties fell to talking of the weather and the pretty flowers, and from that to strolling little by little along the pathway; in a body at first; but afterwards, as one young lady stopped to smell at a carnation, and another to admire the splashes of colour on Aunt Barbree's York and Lancaster roses, the company got separated into twos and fours, and the fours broke up into twos, and the distance between pair and pair kept getting wider and wider. Ma'amselle Julie ought to have hindered it, overcome though she was with joy at meeting her kinsman. But she wasn't to blame for what followed, and for my part I've a kind of notion that Mr. Hardcastle must have found an opportunity and slipped half a crown into Susannah's hand. . . . At any rate when Susannah rang a bell along the lower path to announce that tea was ready, they came strolling back (and from the variousest corners of the garden) to find that the silly woman had gone and laid the tables, not in the big summer-house at all, but all along in a line of little arbours.