It happened that about a week later Olive again found herself in the neighbourhood of Little Cotton Wood Creek, and by an extraordinary coincidence Mr. Perseus chanced to meet her. She was very much surprised, and he seemed to be no less so. However, the meeting was mutually pleasant, and they soon fell into conversation, as it appeared he was going her way. “I have thought a great deal about what you said to me the other day, about trying to make life better and all that,” said he with a certain self-consciousness, as if he was unaccustomed to speaking upon such a subject. Olive looked at him with bright clear eyes. “I am very glad if anything I said could be of use to you, but I am myself very ignorant. I should like you to come and hear what Brother Wright says, and Ezra. Brother Wright is considered very eloquent. I can’t always understand him myself, but that is my own deficiency!” “I would much prefer talking with you, Mrs. Weston,” said the stranger hastily. “I am very restive under men’s teaching, but I am docile enough when led by a woman’s gentle hand.” “Why are you living here?” asked Olive suddenly. “You seem so unsuited to this life.” “I am sick of civilization and all its horrors,” said he. “I wanted to get away to something fresh and new.” “That is almost like what a Pioneer would say,” remarked Olive with a smile. “They don’t think very highly of what civilization has done so far.” “Materially it has done much, morally it has done badly for a good number of human beings,” he remarked. “I think you sound like a very hopeful convert to the principles of communism. Why don’t you come to Perfection City?” asked Olive. “Would you be glad to see me there, Mrs. Weston?” “Certainly, Mr. Perseus, and I should be so pleased to make you and my husband known to each other.” He looked at her curiously for some moments and then said, “Why do you call me Mr. Perseus?” Olive gave him one horrified glance and then blushed scarlet. “Oh, I beg your pardon,” she stammered in great confusion. “I did not know I said so. I really am most sorry.” “But why that name?” he persisted, still looking at her blushing face. “I may as well tell you the truth,” she said still much confused. “The fact is I forgot what you said your name was, and my husband suggested in a joke that I should call you Perseus, because—because——” “I rescued you in distress,” said he as he broke into a deep musical laugh. “It is a capital name, I am delighted with it.” “I am so ashamed of myself,” said Olive, also laughing, “but I was in the habit of speaking of you as Mr. Perseus, and the name slipped off my tongue unawares. What is your real name? Pray tell me.” “Not for worlds, dear Mrs. Weston. To you I shall remain Mr. Perseus, and I shall never think of the name without a thrill of pleasure.” “But this is most unfair,” said Olive. “You know my name and who I am and all about me, and yet I am to be kept in the dark as to your identity.”