He gazed at her sombrely some moments, without speaking. “Do you know of any?” he asked at length. “I know of a coming meeting,” she said. “With whom?” “Kit’s his name. I’ve learnt no more.” “How did you learn that?” “Never mind how. I’ve not been in her company these weeks for nothing.” “And when and where is this meeting to take place?” “At half past eight o’clock to-morrow evening, in the--in the Mulberry Garden”--she chose the place and time at haphazard. “What!” cried his Highness, biting his lip: “so public!” “O!” said Moll; “there’s nothing so private, for that matter, as a vizard. And--and he’s to wear a green scarf in his hat to be known by her, and she a green bow in her bosom to be known by him. If you doubt, you’d better go and see for yourself.” My lord Duke’s countenance had fallen very glum. A shadow seemed to overspread his face. “It is a good thought,” he said. “Kit, did you say?” “Kit, sure.” “Supposing I were to be Kit?” Moll clapped her hands in delight. “And pretending it,” she cried, “find out all about the other!” “H’m!” His Highness was plainly disturbed. He sat awhile pondering, a gloomy frown knotting his forehead. Presently he looked up, with a deep sigh. “Well,” said he, “you have already proved your title to my favour. I will consider of this matter; and, in the meantime, keep, you, as silent as the grave.” He rose, put a finger to his lips: “Not a word to any one,” he said. “You shall hear from me again.” And he led her to the door, smiled on her, hesitated, laughed away the temptation, and bade her go. And then he returned to his seat, and sat gnawing at his nails for the next half-hour. CHAPTER XVII On the morning succeeding the conversation last recorded the following anonymous communication was received by three of the individuals most concerned in this history-- _An assignation (vizards) with Kit is arranged for 8.30 this evening in the Mulberry Garden. The parties to it will be distinguished by, in the gentleman’s case, a green scarf about the hat, in the lady’s, a green bow at the bosom._ A Well-wisher.