“I'll dare you to go up and spend a night there alone,” he said. “I'll dare you,” said the incensed warrior, weakly. “All right; I'll spend Wednesday night there,” said Mr. Farrer, “and I'll come round on Thursday and let you know how I got on.” “I dare say,” said the other; “but I don't want you here, and, what's more, I won't have you. You can go to Smith's cottage on Wednesday at twelve o'clock if you like, and I'll go up any time between twelve and three and make sure you're there. D'ye understand? I'll show you whether I'm afraid or not.” “There's no reason for you to be afraid,” said Mr. Farrer. “I shall be there to protect you. That's very different to being there alone, as I shall be. But, of course, you can go up the next night by yourself, and wait for me, if you like. If you like to prove _your_ courage, I mean.” “When I want to be ordered about,” said the sergeant-major, in a magnificent voice, “I'll let you know. Now go, before I do anything I might be sorry for afterwards.” He stood at the door, erect as a ramrod, and watched the young man up the road. His conversation at the supper-table that night related almost entirely to puppy-dogs and the best way of training them. He kept a close eye upon his daughter for the next day or two, but human nature has its limits. He tried to sleep one afternoon in his easy-chair with one eye open, but the exquisite silence maintained by Miss Ward was too much for it. A hum of perfect content arose from the feature below, and five minutes later Miss Ward was speeding in search of Mr. Farrer. “I had to come, Ted,” she said, breathlessly, “because to-morrow's Wednesday. I've got something to tell you, but I don't know whether I ought to.” “Tell me and let me decide,” said Mr. Farrer, tenderly. “I—I'm so afraid you might be frightened,” said the girl. “I won't tell you, but I'll give you a hint. If you see anything awful, don't be frightened.” Mr. Farrer stroked her hand. “The only thing I'm afraid of is your father,” he said, softly. “Oh!” said the girl, clasping her hands together. “You have guessed it.” “Guessed it?” said Mr. Farrer. Miss Ward nodded. “I happened to pass his door this morning,” she said, in a low voice. “It was open a little way, and he was standing up and measuring one of mother's nightgowns against his chest. I couldn't think what he was doing it for at first.” Mr. Farrer whistled and his face hardened. “That's not fair play,” he said at last. “All right; I'll be ready for him.” “He doesn't like to be put in the wrong,” said Miss Ward. “He wants to prove that you haven't got any courage. He'd be disappointed if he found you had.” “All right,” said Mr. Farrer again. “You're an angel for coming to tell me.” “Father would call me something else, I expect,” said Miss Ward, with a smile. “Good-bye. I want to get back before he wakes up.” She was back in her chair, listening to her father's slumbers, half an hour before he awoke.