“But you know I don’t believe it makes a scrap of difference _where_ we are,” declared Rachel. “If ‘he’ wanted us to go to the Museum, or to Egypt, or to Rhodes, or anywhere, we could go just the same, whether we were in London or by the sea, or at the North Pole. You remember what everybody says about him.” She glanced over her shoulder to make quite certain that they were alone, and went on to quote in a whisper, “‘_Sheshà, greatest of Magicians_.’ Salome said that, when I was in Babylon, and the other night, you remember, Bucephalus said it when he changed into a real horse. And, of course, he _is_ the greatest of magicians. He can do anything he likes. I shouldn’t worry a bit about going away if I were you. I only wish I had the chance.” Diana’s face became radiant. “I never thought of that!” she exclaimed. “How clever you are, Rachel. Oh, if only you were coming, too, it would be perfectly splendid.” Rachel sighed. “It will be awfully dull without you. But all the same I expect I shall meet you _somewhere or other_ in a few days. Seven days, or perhaps nights, from the evening before last, you know!” she went on with a little chuckle of anticipation. She felt nevertheless so depressed at the thought of losing Diana, even for a short time, that what happened next seemed altogether too good to be true. “Would you like to go to the seaside with Diana?” enquired Aunt Hester at tea-time. Rachel’s face of joy was such an answer that Aunt Hester laughed. [Illustration] “Well, I think you may. I’ve just had a note from the child’s mother to say you could share a room with Diana at the hotel. They’ll be there for a week.... It will do her good to get out of London for a few days,” she went on, turning to Miss Moore. “She’s a country child, you see, and she’s beginning to look a little pale. A breath of sea air won’t hurt her.” Rachel could have screamed for delight, and as though things could not happen too fortunately, just at that moment, Mr. Sheston was announced. She hadn’t seen him for nearly a fortnight, so she would anyhow have been very glad of his arrival, but to-day, his coming seemed specially fortunate as a kind of sign that she had been right in offering consolation to Diana. A few minutes later, indeed, she was even more certain of it. “It’s no use suggesting a visit to your favourite place of amusement,” said Aunt Hester, in a quizzical tone when she had welcomed the old gentleman and given him some tea. “Rachel is going to St. Mary’s Bay for a week with her little friend, so she’ll be far away from such entertainments as museums.” “So shall I,” returned Mr. Sheston, helping himself to cake. “Curiously enough _I’m_ going to St. Mary’s Bay in a day or two for a little change of air.”