"There is such a long time before us to talk about ourselves," said she. "And you know—Hubert—you’ve come into our family, as it were; and you must take a share in our troubles." They were nearing the house: five minutes more would bring them in sight of the open lawn. "Wait a minute, Madge, dear," said he, and he halted by the side of a little bit of plantation. "Don’t be in such a hurry. I wish to speak to you about——" "About what?" she asked, with a smile. "Oh, a whole heap of things! For example, do you want the Somervilles to know?" "I don’t particularly want them to know," she answered him, "but I fear they will soon find out." "I should like you to tell Mrs. Somerville, anyway." "Very well." "Indeed, I don’t care if all the people in the house knew!" said he, boldly. "Hubert, what are you saying!" she exclaimed, with a fine simulation of horror. "My life would be made a burden to me! Fancy those Drexel girls: they would shriek with joy at the chance of torturing me! I should have to fly from the place. I should take the first train for the South to-morrow morning!" "Really!" said he, with considerable coolness. "For I have been thinking that those names we printed on the sands——" "That you printed, you mean!" "——were above high-water mark. Consequently they will remain there for some little time. Now it is highly probable that some of our friends may be walking along to Port Bân this afternoon; and if they were to catch sight of those hieroglyphics——" "Hubert," said she, with decision. "You must go along immediately after luncheon and score them out. I would not for the world have those Drexel girls suspect what has happened!" "Won’t you come with me, Madge, after luncheon?" "Oh, we can’t be haunting those sands all day like a couple of sea-gulls!" "But I think you might come!" he pleaded. "Very well," said she, "I suppose I must begin with obedience." And yet they seemed in no hurry to get on to the house. A robin perched himself on the wire fence not four yards away, and jerked his head, and watched them with his small, black, lustrous eye. A weasel came trotting down the road, stopped, looked, and glided noiselessly into the plantation. Two wood-pigeons went swiftly across an opening in the trees; a large hawk soared far overhead. On this still Sunday morning there seemed to be no one abroad; and then these two had much to say about a ring, and a locket, and similar weighty matters. Moreover, there was the assignation about the afternoon to be arranged. But at length they managed to tear themselves away from this secluded place; they went round by the front of the big grey building; and in so doing had to pass the dining-room window. "Oh my gracious goodness!" Mrs. Ellison exclaimed—and in no stimulated horror this time. "They’re all in at lunch, every one of them, and I don’t know how long they mayn’t have been in! What shall I do!" And then a sudden thought seemed to strike her.