“I don’t think and I don’t care,” he retorted, much less respectfully; “I know what my orders are, and I’m carrying them out. If you want to see my master leave your name, ma’am, and when he comes back I’ll tell him. You can’t come in, that’s certain.” Her white, even teeth clicked viciously. “Oh!” she said, with a sneer. “Perhaps you’ll tell me where he’s gone.” “I don’t know,” said the man, phlegmatically, “and I shouldn’t tell you if I did.” “You insolent----” she began, furiously; then she pulled up short, and, eying him closely, put her hand in her pocket and held something out to him. The man shook his head. “No, thank you, ma’am. I’m acting under orders, and I can’t break them.” “You’ll be sorry for this, my fine fellow,” she said, between her teeth; “when your master comes home and finds who it is you’ve been treating like a dog, you’ll sing a different tune.” The man looked at her grimly. “What am I to do?” he said; “I’m only obeying my orders, I tell you. I don’t know who you are, or what right you have to come in; I only know I can’t let you. If you’ll take my advice, you’ll leave your name and come again.” She thought a moment or two. “Tell your master----No, I’ll wait for him outside if I can’t wait in,” and she leaned against the door-post, and folded her arms in sullen defiance. The man looked perplexed and nonplused. “Well, I can’t help it,” he said at last, and he leaned against the other door-post, with his hands thrust in his pockets. She remained in her attitude of stubborn patience for some minutes, then she walked down the path. The man followed her. “That’s right, ma’am,” he said, soothingly; “you’d better go. I’ll open the gate----Why, dash it all, it’s locked! How did you come in?” She vouchsafed no answer, but turned and walked up the path again. He stepped past her and guarded the door as before; and she, with an angry snarl, went down the garden and leaned on the gate. There she remained till the darkness wrapped the lonely lane. The man spoke to her two or three times urging her to go, but she made no reply, and took no notice of him whatever. The weary hours rolled along, then suddenly a firm step was heard in the lane, the man hurried to the gate and held up the lamp, and its light fell upon Faradeane. It shone, too, upon the woman’s face, defiant still, but now pale with some new emotion, as the black eyes flashed up at the handsome face of the man for whom she had been waiting. He did not start, but into his grave, weary eyes came a strange look, as if the long-expected had come to pass at last. “So I’ve found you,” she breathed. “Do you know,” she panted, “that this fellow has kept me out here--that he has treated me like a dog?” “I beg your pardon, sir,” the man broke in. “I told the lady she mustn’t come in--she wanted to. I asked her to leave her name.”