However, it chanced that on the last day he had lingered by the side of her pony-phaeton for a few minutes, resting his arms on the side thereof in such a way that she could not, without positive rudeness, have driven off, she had been resolving, but not without a struggle in her heart, that she would place herself in his way no more. "This must end," had been her thought; "it is most unfair to poor mamma, and is unwise for my own peace of mind;" and it was while she thus determined, he came to her smiling, and leaning on the side of the little phaeton, when the Trecarrels were conversing with the rector's family, said in his pleasant voice, "Shall we ever resume the little discussion we had so merrily on that delightful day beside the old rock-pillar?" "Discussion--on what?" asked Sybil, timidly. "Flirtation--Miss Devereaux." "What! you know my name?" "Yes; I am happy to say I do now, Sybil Devereaux." "How came this to pass?" "Simply enough: the Trecarrel girls told me." "But I do not know them," said Sybil, with a tone of pique. "May I have the pleasure of introducing----" "Excuse me, please, but not just now," said she, hastily, remembering how her father had ever avoided the family of the General. "And now I must tell you my name--Audley Trevelyan, late of the 14th Hussars." "I have surely heard it before," said Sybil, pondering, "but where I know not now." It was in the _Gazette_ together with that of Denzil, but she had forgotten the circumstance, and he said, smiling still, "You may easily have heard it--the name is peculiar to Cornwall, and my uncle is Lord Lamorna." "Indeed! all Cornwall has heard that the late lord was a very, very proud man. "Absurdly so; but I must bid you adieu. Rose Trecarrel is impatient." "We are going, Mr. Trevelyan," said that young lady, with some asperity of tone, from the window of the carriage in which she and her sister were seated; and lifting his hat, Audley hastened to join them. The footman threw up the carriage-steps, fussily closed the door, and they departed. So, as doubtless the reader has foreseen, Sybil's admirer was her own cousin; yet neither knew of the relationship. She drove off in a somewhat dubious state of mind, amid which, as she permitted the reins to drop listlessly on the backs of her two little ponies and allowed them to go at their own pace, she gave way to the current of thought, and ended in a quiet shower of tears, which, however, calmed and soothed her. She had an undefined emotion of pique alike at this stranger, Mr. Trevelyan, and Rose Trecarrel; and as she had been learning to love the former, she resented his extreme intimacy with the latter, and she knew all the perils of propinquity with a girl so lovely as Rose undoubtedly was.