"Oh no, dear, it was something quite different that was in my mind, I assure you. Only, what one feels is--value freedom--it is so wonderful really." "Expect it is, one jolly well takes it for granted though, doesn’t one, Crow?" Adrian strongly objected to strenuous remarks, whatever the subject. "Well, Miss Anne, thanks awfully, we’ve had a ripping time, your party was simply top-hole. Think of Crow and me enjoying freedom. Oh, by the way, it’s ’the freedom of the seas’, isn’t it? Early to-morrow, all being well, we want to go to Salterne." "For the day, or what?" asked Miss Lesarge, smiling. "For the day," agreed Crow. "As usual, Addie wants his hair cut, and the only man he approves of is in Union Street. We anchor the yawl and come back late; the tides have come round by now, to a nice useful arrangement. Miss Anne, you know Mother doesn’t mind now if we sleep on board, as long as we are inside the estuary. That gives us a grand long time to do things." All this was said in the road, you will remember. Adrian and Christobel possessed clear voices that carried; they did not modulate them to any great extent; lastly the white wall was only the width of the road from this conversation. Neither Pamela nor Hughie spoke, yet they two realized with a sort of shock what the meaning was behind Miss Anne’s little eager protest about "prisoners". She knew, she must know! She was just thinking out loud her own gentle pity for the girl behind the white wall. Pamela saw it so on the instant, and with a flash of memory recalled the large dull old-fashioned drawing-room at Woodrising, and the girl sitting alone, trying to be interested in a book. And she can climb, thought Pam suddenly, perhaps she was used to mountains; why not? Anyway, she must be accustomed to great possessions, to woods and parks, to great estates! A new view of the case brightened Pamela’s mind. Miss Anne was looking at her, their eyes met and the girl smiled, then turned pink, and looked away. "I wonder!" thought the Little Pilgrim. Pam was wondering also. Hughie had made up his mind, undoubtedly Miss Anne knew about the girl; that was interesting, but Hughie’s estimate of the situation was not like his sister’s; there was no sentiment, and no pity in it. He was purely practical. "She might have to stop inside Woodrising," he thought, "then it would be different. But she tells lies and comes out on the sly; she steals things and lets Pam bear the blame. Miss Lasarge doesn’t know." So he looked at Miss Lasarge with a shrewd pitying gaze as he lifted his cap for good-night, and made no remark on the way home. The evening was uneventful, and a voyage to Salterne was planned for next day as Adrian suggested. Pamela was asked to go and said she would; Hughie refused, he had his own scheme.