If a few moments of pleasure are worth purchasing at a cost of many hours of crowded disappointment, it was as well that Mavis was ignorant of the way in which her prospects had been prejudiced by the trend of events at Melkbridge House since Mrs Devitt had replied to Miss Mee's letter. To begin with, Mavis's visit had been within an ace of being indefinitely postponed; it was owing to Harold's expressed wish that the original appointment had been allowed to stand. The reason for this indifference to Mavis's immediate future was that, the day after the schoolmistress had written, Harold had been seriously indisposed. His symptoms were so alarming that his doctor had insisted on having a further opinion; this was obtained from a Bathminster physician, who had confirmed the local medical man's diagnosis; he had also advised Harold a month's rest on his back, this to be followed by a nine months' residence abroad. As if this were not enough to interfere with Mavis's visit, Montague Devitt had met young Sir Archibald Windebank, the bachelor owner of Haycock. Abbey, when going to discharge his duties as borough magistrate, the performance of which he believed might ease his mind of the pain occasioned by his son's illness. After he had told Windebank his bad news, and the latter had expressed his genuine concern, Devitt had said: "Do you remember Keeves--Colonel Keeves?" "Of Melkbridge Court? Of course. Why?" "I heard something of his daughter the other day." "Little Mavis!" "She's big Mavis now," remarked Devitt. "Have you seen her?" asked Windebank eagerly. "Not yet, but I may very soon." "She promised to be an awfully pretty girl. Is she?" "I haven't seen her. But if she comes down you might care to call." "Thanks," replied Windebank. "When you see her, you might mention I asked after her." "I will." "Although I don't suppose she'll remember me after all these years." Devitt had left Windebank and gone about his business. When he came out of the court house, and was about to get into his motor, Windebank again approached him, but in such a manner that made Devitt wonder if he had been hanging about on purpose to speak to him. Windebank made one or two remarks about nothing in particular. Devitt was about to start, when the other said: "By the way, when you do see Miss Keeves, you might tell her that the mater and my sister will be down here next week and that they'll be awfully pleased to see her, if she'd care to come and stay." "I won't forget," replied Devitt dryly. "Tell her to come for as long as she cares to, as the mater and Celia were always fond of her. None of us could ever make out what became of her." "I won't forget," said Devitt again. "Thanks. Good-bye." Montague told his wife of this; she had replied: