[Illustration: HAROLD, YOU VIPER, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY TRYING TO AVOID ME?] Next morning after breakfast, however, in spite of these threats, she hailed me forth with her on the Harold hunt. She had sent the _concierge_ to inquire at all the hotels already, it seemed, and found her truant at none of them; now she ransacked the _pensions_. At last she hunted him down in a house on the hill. I could see she was really hurt. 'Harold, you viper, what do you mean by trying to avoid me?' 'My dear aunt, _you_ here in Schlangenbad! Why, when did you arrive? And what a colour you've got! You're looking _so_ well!' That clever thrust saved him. He cast me an appealing glance. 'You will not betray me?' it said. I answered, mutely, 'Not for worlds,' with a faltering pair of downcast eyelids. 'Oh, I'm _well_ enough, thank you,' Lady Georgina replied, somewhat mollified by his astute allusion to her personal appearance. He had hit her weak point dexterously. 'As well, that is, as one can expect to be nowadays. Hereditary gout--the sins of the fathers visited as usual. But why didn't you come to see me?' 'How can I come to see you if you don't tell me where you are? "Lady Georgina Fawley, Europe," was the only address I knew. It strikes me as insufficient.' His gentle drawl was a capital foil to Lady Georgina's acidulous soprano. It seemed to disarm her. She turned to me with a benignant wave of her hand. 'Miss Cayley,' she said, introducing me; 'my nephew, Mr. Harold Tillington. You've heard me talk of poor Tom Cayley, Harold? This is poor Tom Cayley's daughter.' 'Indeed?' the supercilious _attache_ put in, looking hard at me. 'Delighted to make Miss Cayley's acquaintance.' 'Now, Harold, I can tell from your voice at once you haven't remembered one word about Captain Cayley.' Harold stood on the defensive. 'My dear aunt,' he observed, expanding both palms, 'I have heard you talk of so _very_ many people, that even _my_ diplomatic memory fails at times to recollect them all. But I do better: I dissemble. I will plead forgetfulness now of Captain Cayley, since you force it on me. It is not likely I shall have to plead it of Captain Cayley's daughter.' And he bowed towards me gallantly. The Cantankerous Old Lady darted a lightning glance at him. It was a glance of quick suspicion. Then she turned her Roentgen rays upon my face once more. I fear I burned crimson. 'A friend?' he asked. 'Or a fellow-guest?' 'A companion.' It was the first nasty thing she had said of me. 'Ha! more than a friend, then. A comrade.' He turned the edge neatly.