The familiar ruins showed up ahead, the half arch, like a huge question mark, arrested his eye and raised again the well-argued problem of restoration. Some day, when the Chelford ship came home, when that coal vein was proved, or when Harry had a rich wife.… This was an unpleasant thought. His lips curled in a grimace of distaste. He stopped suddenly. A figure was walking amongst the ruins--a woman. Her back was toward him and she was obviously unaware of his presence. Something about her figure seemed familiar--Dick turned from the path and walked toward her. Evidently she did not hear him, for when he spoke she started, uttered a little scream, and turned a frightened face to him. “Good-morning, Miss Wenner,” he said politely. “You are up and about very early.” There was no need for him to wonder whether this girl had ever forgiven him for the very painful interview that had preceded her retirement. Recognizing him, her eyes blazed with hate. “Good-morning, Mr. Alford.” She was civil enough. “I’m staying in the village and I thought I would like to come up and see the old place.” He nodded gravely. “You had a similar thought yesterday,” he said, “and tried to see my brother.” “Well?” defiantly. “I gave you to understand, Miss Wenner, that we should all be much happier if you never again passed the lodge gates,” he said quietly. “I hate saying this to any woman, but you ought to be the first to recognize how very uncomfortable you make me feel. I thought you would apprehend this.” “Apprehend” was a stilted word, but he could think of no other. “Is that so?” The colour had deepened in her face. “Is--that--so!” “That is so,” he nodded. She looked at him for a while and her lips curved. “I’m sorry I’ve annoyed the family chaperon,” she sneered. He could admire, in a detached way, her wholesome good looks; could even admire her courage. Her wrathful eyes were fixed on his, the break in her voice betrayed the fury she strove to conceal. As for Dick Alford, he felt a brute. “I’m extremely sorry if you don’t like my calling,” she said, her voice razor-sharp and tremulous, “but I think the least Lord Chelford could have done was to see me, considering I’ve worked for him for three years and after all that has passed between us----” “The only thing that passed between you, Miss Wenner, was your weekly wages,” said Dick, with maddening calmness. But now he had taxed her to the limit of endurance. “He asked me to marry him and I _would_ have married him if you hadn’t put your spoke in!” she said shrilly. “I could get thousands and thousands out of him for breach of promise if I wasn’t a lady! You second sons and hangers-on poisoned his mind against me! You ought to be downright ashamed of yourself, you good-for-nothing, penniless pauper!” Dick was faintly amused at the redundancy.