Mr. Philabe was a poor hand at a description, and beyond that the man had a nose, two eyes, a mouth, two legs, and a pair of arms, Kelly learned nothing whatever of his appearance. That very day, however, the mystery was to be made clear. Between daylight and dark Mr. Kelly chanced to walk up the narrow Rue St. Agricole, and had just come abreast of the broad flight of steps which leads upwards to the church, when a man leaped down in front of him. 'I beg your pardon,' said the Parson politely stepping aside. 'That is not enough,' said the other, and, turning on his heel, he faced Kelly and barred the way. Kelly recognised the voice, recognised the face. 'Ah,' cried he, 'Mr. Scrope.' His first feeling was one almost of exultation. In the face of his enemy he forgot altogether that there was no longer any amorous reason for his enmity. He almost forgot, too, what he had heard from Wogan about Mr. Scrope's supposed quality as a gentleman spy. 'The third time,' he said with a laugh. 'I promised myself the third time.' Scrope nodded his head. 'We are of one mind, then.' He looked up and down the street. It was empty from end to end. 'There is a little square terrace at the top of these steps, with blank walls upon the two sides, and the church door upon the third. The terrace will be very suitable and quiet.' He turned as he spoke and set a foot upon the lowest step. 'One moment,' said Kelly. During Scrope's words he had reflected. Scrope and himself, politics apart, were really in the like case. For if he had followed Scrope in her ladyship's caprices, Montague had followed him, 'as Amurath to Amurath succeeds.' His enmity quite died away, and gave place to something very like a fellow-feeling. Moreover, he had to consider the messenger from the Duke of Ormond and the 5,000_l_. in Mr. Philabe's keeping. 'One moment,' he said. Scrope stopped with a sneer. 'If you can remain a few days at Avignon,' he continued, 'I shall be happy to oblige you in whatever you will. For the moment I have duties.' 'Of course,' interrupted Scrope. 'Duties are wonderful convenient things when one's bones are in danger. The pious AEneas knew that very well, Mr. Kelly; but then the worthy army-chaplain had not a Scrope upon his heels for the best part of a twelvemonth.' 'Oh,' cried Kelly, 'then it is you who have followed me.' More than once he had heard that his steps were dogged. 'Over a wearisome stretch of Europe,' agreed Scrope. 'It was you who came to Philabe this morning?' 'Who else? So, you see, I have been at some pains to come up with you, and those duties must wait.' 'Those duties,' replied Kelly, 'are so urgent that I am in two minds whether to take to my heels.' To any man who was acquainted with the Parson this statement would have been proof enough that there was all the necessity in the world for delay. But then Scrope knew very little of his opponent, and: 'I am not at all surprised to hear that,' he replied contemptuously.