"A promise; hush! Oh, I shall win to-night with that singing in my ears. I have more to say to you, but not now. I must see Bailey, somehow, before I go." "He is at the house; let me send him here to you." "If you come back with him." They laughed together. "I will--Do you know," her color deepened rosily, "they all call you 'Darling'; I have never heard your own name." "My name is David," Lestrange said quietly, and kissed her for farewell. The earth danced under Emily's feet as she ran across the lawns, the sun glowed warm, the brook tinkled over the cascades in a very madness of mirth. At the head of the veranda steps she turned to look once more at the roof of the white pavilion among the locust trees. "Uncle will like you when he knows you," she laughed in her heart. "Any one _must_ like you." The servant she met in the hall said that Mr. Bailey had gone out, and Mr. Ffrench also, but separately, the former having taken the short route across toward the factory. That way Emily went in pursuit, intending to overtake him with her pony cart. But upon reaching the stables, past which the path ran, she found Bailey himself engaged in an inspection of the limousine in company with the chauffeur. "You'll have to look into her differential, Anderson," he was pronouncing, when the young girl came beside him. "Come, please," she urged breathlessly. "Come?" repeated Bailey, wheeling, with his slow benevolent smile. "Sure, Miss Emily; where?" She shook her head, not replying until they were safely outside; then: "To Mr. Lestrange; he is in the pavilion. He wants to see you." "To Lestrange!" he almost shouted, halting. "Lestrange, here?" "Yes. There is time; he says there is time. He is going back as soon as he sees you." "But what's he doing here? What does he mean by risking his neck without any practice?" "He came to see me," she whispered, and stood confessed. "God!" said Bailey, quite reverently, after a moment of speechless stupefaction. "You, and him!" She lifted confiding eyes to him, moving nearer. "It is a secret, but I wanted you to know because you like us both. Dick said you loved Mr. Lestrange." "Yes," was the dazed assent. "Well, then--But come, he is waiting." She was sufficiently unlike the usual Miss Ffrench to bewilder any one. Bailey dumbly followed her back across the park, carrying his hat in his hand. A short distance from the pavilion Emily stopped abruptly, turning a startled face to her companion. "Some one is there," she said. "Some one is speaking. I forgot that Uncle Ethan had gone out." She heard Bailey catch his breath oddly. Her own pulses began to beat with heavy irregularity, as a few steps farther brought the two opposite the open arcade. There they halted, frozen.