Yes, there she was, within thirty yards of us, coming down the hill from the Priory straight toward my house. Lacey glanced at the dog-cart, seeming to meditate flight; then he pulled off the right-hand glove which he had just put on and buttoned. "Is that Miss Driver?" whispered Dormer. I nodded assent. Jenny was in great looks that day, and, it seemed, in fine spirits. Her head was held high, her step was buoyant, there was a delicate touch of color in her cheeks as she came up to us. She met the gaze of all our eyes--for all, I am sure, were on her--with a gay smile and no sign of embarrassment. "Why, I'm so glad to see you again," she cried to Lacey as she gave him her hand. "You can't think how often I've dreamed of our rides since I've been away!" "I'm very glad to see you, Miss Driver. May I introduce my friend, Mr. Dormer--of Hingston?" She bowed to him very graciously, but turned back directly to Lacey. I saw Dormer's eyes follow her movements with an admiring curiosity. Small wonder; she was good to look at, and he had, no doubt, heard much. "You must come and see me," said Jenny. "Now when shall it be? Lunch to-morrow? Or tea? Not later than the next day, anyhow!" At that point she must have seen something in his face. She stopped, smiled oddly, even broke into a little laugh, and said, almost in a whisper, "Oh, I forgot, how stupid of me!" Her tone and air, and the look in her hazel eyes, were nicely compounded of humility and mockery. Confessing herself unworthy, she asked the man if he were afraid! Didn't he dare to trust himself--was he so careful of his reputation? Lacey had promised me that he would "think over" the question of his relations toward Breysgate Priory. I suppose that he thought it over now--under Jenny's humble deriding eyes. "Lunch to-morrow--I shall be delighted. Thanks awfully," he said. So ended that case of conscience. Jenny said no more than "One-thirty"--but her lips curved over that prosaic intimation of the hour of the meal. She turned to Dormer. "Could I persuade you to drop in, too, Mr. Dormer? We're neighbors, you know." "It's most kind of you, Miss Driver. I shall be delighted." No scruples there; yet he, too, was, as he had chanced to mention, a guest at Fillingford Manor. "Besides, I want to get something out of you," Jenny went on, "and I'm much more likely to do that if I give you a good lunch." "Something out of me? What, Miss Driver?" "Ah, I shan't tell you now. Perhaps I may--after lunch." He leaned down toward her and said banteringly, "You'll have to ask me very nicely!" "You may be sure I shall!" cried Jenny, with a swift upward glance.