’Try Chimsworthy,’ suggested Kate; ’Larry would put in a word for us.’ Honor slightly coloured. She put on her red cloak. ’I cannot, Kate. Larry and Charles have quarrelled.’ ’Larry bears no grudges. I will answer for him.’ ’I do not wish to ask a favour of the Nanspians.’ ’Why not?’ Honor made no reply. She clasped the child’s hand tightly and closed her lips. Then, without another word, she left the cottage. Kate shrugged her shoulders. Honor went slowly up the lane to Broadbury; she did not speak to her little brother her head was slightly bowed, she was deep in thought, and hectic spots of colour tinged her cheeks. ’What! Honor, in your scarlet!’ exclaimed Larry. She looked up in surprise. He had come up to Broadbury the second time that day, drawn there irresistibly by desire to see Honor. He thought it probable, as the day was fine, that she would go there with her knitting. ’What has brought you to Broadbury in this array, Honor?’ asked Hillary, standing before her, and intercepting her path. ’I am on my road to Langford,’ answered the girl with composure. ’Take care, Honor, take care where you go. There is a witch there, Mrs. Veale; if you get in her bad books you will rue it. I have seen her to-day at Wellon’s Cairn gathering the dead man’s dust, out of which to mix some hell-potion.’ Honor shook her head. ’It is true,’ said Hillary earnestly; ’she jumped and ran—and her ways were those of that white hare we saw at the mound. Nothing will now persuade me that she was not that hare. Do not go on, Honor; leave Langford alone. No luck awaits you there.’ ’Nonsense, Larry, you cannot have seen Mrs. Veale up here.’ ’I tell you that I did. I saw something white hopping and running, and I am sure it was she in the hole scooped by the treasure-seekers.’ ’What can she have wanted there?’ ’What but the dust of old Wellon? And what good can she do with that? None—she needs it only for some devilry. Do not go near her, Honor; I have come here on purpose to warn you that the woman is dangerous.’ ’I must go on,’ said Honor. ’It is kind of you, Larry, but I have business which I must do at Langford. I have never harmed Mrs. Veale, and she will not want to hurt me, But now, Larry, let me say that I am sorry if I offended you this morning. I spoke rather rough, because I was afraid of a quarrel and a fight between you and Charles. Do not take it amiss. Now do not stay me, I must go forward.’ ’I will let you go on one promise—that you will not cross Mrs. Veale.’ He caught her hand. ’How can I give offence to her? She is nothing to me, nor I to her. You must really make way, Larry.’ He shook his head. ’I don’t like it,’ he said; but he could not further stay her.