At last, as they sat in the bower, forgetting everything else, the light of a lantern fell upon them. They started and saw before them the tall figure of Paul Gauntlet. "Why, Master Harry, no one knew you were in these parts," he said, letting the light of the lantern fall on his face; "but you should not have been keeping the young lady out so long as this. Miss Mabel, Madam Everard has been quite in a taking about you for the last quarter of an hour. You must come in at once, and wish this young gentleman good-bye, unless he wants to come in, too." Harry knew very well that the old soldier would not betray him if he put confidence in him. He therefore at once told him the reason of his visit to Stanmore. "Ah! Master Harry," said Paul, "the only advice I can give you is to come in and talk the matter over with the colonel. He will tell you what to do better than any other man. That's more than I can do. I have learned to obey orders, and I know how to obey them, but I never was much of a hand at giving orders. You, Master Harry, as I say, just come and tell your troubles to the colonel. He is so wise and good that he is sure to show you the best thing to be done." "I cannot, I dare not tell the colonel," answered Harry. "I thank you sincerely, Gauntlett, but you don't know how he would look on these things." "Well, well, Mr. Tryon, you must act as you think best, if you won't take the advice of an old soldier who loves you as if you were his son." Saying this, Paul walked on ahead, as if to show the way with his lantern, though it is just possible he might have suspected the young people would rather be by themselves for a few minutes, without the bright light of his lantern falling on them. When Paul got close to the house, he stopped, intending once more to urge his advice on Harry, but when he looked round Mabel was alone. Harry had bade her a hurried farewell and rushed off, unable any longer to trust his feelings, and unwilling to take the advice which he suspected the old soldier would again proffer. Paul let Mabel come up with him before entering the house. "Do you know where he has gone to, Miss Mabel?" he asked. "I am afraid he has got some wrong notion into his head, and will be doing something desperate when there's no necessity for it. There are often two ways of looking at the same thing, and in my mind he has been looking the wrong way." "I think indeed that he has," answered Mabel; "but I tried also to get him to speak to my uncle. His guardian, Mr. Kyffin, is away in Ireland. I fear they are the only two people who could have persuaded him to act differently. He told me that he intended to remain for the night at the cottage of Dame Tuttle. You might find him there to-morrow morning, and perhaps his mind may by that time be calmer."