“I don’t wish to disturb you, or to disturb this gentleman,” he proceeded. “When you are quite at leisure, Miss Naomi, you would be doing me a favor if you would permit me to say a few words to you in private.” He spoke with the most scrupulous politeness; trying, and trying vainly, to conceal some strong agitation which was in possession of him. His wild brown eyes--wilder than ever in the moonlight--rested entreatingly, with a strange underlying expression of despair, on Naomi’s face. His hands, clasped lightly in front of him, trembled incessantly. Little as I liked the man, he did really impress me as a pitiable object at that moment. “Do you mean that you want to speak to me to-night?” Naomi asked, in undisguised surprise. “Yes, miss, if you please, at your leisure and at Mr. Lefrank’s.” Naomi hesitated. “Won’t it keep till to-morrow?” she said. “I shall be away on farm business to-morrow, miss, for the whole day. Please to give me a few minutes this evening.” He advanced a step toward her; his voice faltered, and dropped timidly to a whisper. “I really have something to say to you, Miss Naomi. It would be a kindness on your part--a very, very great kindness--if you will let me say it before I rest to-night.” I rose again to resign my place to him. Once more Naomi checked me. “No,” she said. “Don’t stir.” She addressed John Jago very reluctantly: “If you are so much in earnest about it, Mr. John, I suppose it must be. I can’t guess what _you_ can possibly have to say to me which cannot be said before a third person. However, it wouldn’t be civil, I suppose, to say ‘No’ in my place. You know it’s my business to wind up the hall-clock at ten every night. If you choose to come and help me, the chances are that we shall have the hall to ourselves. Will that do?” “Not in the hall, miss, if you will excuse me.” “Not in the hall!” “And not in the house either, if I may make so bold.” “What do you mean?” She turned impatiently, and appealed to me. “Do _you_ understand him?” John Jago signed to me imploringly to let him answer for himself. “Bear with me, Miss Naomi,” he said. “I think I can make you understand me. There are eyes on the watch, and ears on the watch, in the house; and there are some footsteps--I won’t say whose--so soft, that no person can hear them.” The last allusion evidently made itself understood. Naomi stopped him before he could say more. “Well, where is it to be?” she asked, resignedly. “Will the garden do, Mr. John?” “Thank you kindly, miss; the garden will do.” He pointed to a gravel-walk beyond us, bathed in the full flood of the moonlight. “There,” he said, “where we can see all round us, and be sure that nobody is listening. At ten o’clock.” He paused, and addressed himself to me. “I beg to apologize, sir, for intruding myself on your conversation. Please to excuse me.”