"Most of the corn will have to be cut with the sickle now," said the old lady. "Next Sunday won't be 'stooky Sunday' after all." They drove on past Kilwinnie, discussing Dr Dudley's approaching departure, and the date of his return. "Why, that surely is a strange steamer," said Mrs Hamilton suddenly. "I wonder if she has been disabled. Can you see?" "There is no use asking me about anything that is more than a yard off," he said. "I have left my eyes at home." She handed him a field-glass, and he studied the vessel carefully. "I don't know her from the Ark," he said, "but that is not surprising." Before returning the glass, he swept it half absently along the coast, and he vaguely noticed two figures--a man's figure and a woman's--stooping towards the ground. He would have thought nothing of it, but the man's hat was off, and--standing alone as they were on the sandy dunes--they suggested to Dudley's mind the figures in Millet's "Angelus." He laughed at the fancy, focussed the glass correctly, and looked at them again. Just then the woman straightened herself up, and stood in silhouette against sea and sky. He would have known that lithe young form anywhere; but--all-important question--who was the man? Dudley subjected the unconscious figure to a searching examination, but in vain. To his knowledge he had never seen "the fellow" before. Mrs Hamilton unwittingly came to his assistance. She took the glass from him, and examined the vessel herself. "No," she said, "I don't know her at all. I expect she is coming in for repairs. Why, I believe that is Mr Brown, the draper at Kilwinnie. You know he is quite a remarkable botanist, a burning and shining light--under a bushel. I suppose that is one of his sisters with him. They say he is never seen with any other woman." "Confound his impudence!" muttered Dudley involuntarily. "Why, Ralph, what do you mean? You talk to me about 'the effete superstitions of an ancient gentry'; but even I have no objection to a well-conducted tradesman amusing himself with a scientific hobby in his spare time. It is a pity all young men of that class don't do the same. It would keep them out of a lot of mischief." "Yes," said Dudley, rather vaguely. He did not enter into any explanation of his strangely inconsistent utterance; but such silence on his part was too common an occurrence in his intercourse with his aunt to call for any remark.