But she had brought him--of her subtlety she had brought him--on to the terrace. For no cup of tea tolerably stale! For nothing stale--but that the imploring, aye, the commanding, unconscious desire, the unmeditated appeal, the unmeant urgency, of Margaret's heart might work. "Are you human?" asked Jenny's eyes, traveling with a slow meaning from his face to Margaret's. The cunning of the serpent--the simplicity of the dove! Ah, dear serpent, what had you in your heart save to make your dove happy? Another thing--yes! The dove must triumph--for she bore Leonard's escutcheon, and must bear it victorious against his enemies. The serpent bade the dove wing her happy way! Might not the dove be made bearer also of an olive branch, made a harbinger of peace? That was the idea which Jenny sought to put in Alison's mind when she brought him on to the terrace. Could not all that grace and joy avail to blot out the name she bore? It was only a name--a thing intangible--a name, if Jenny's plan prospered, soon to be deleted, buried under a new and newly significant designation. She must bring memories with her--of old wrong and old humiliation? Could she not herself destroy even what she brought? She seemed made to do it. Who could bear a grudge against that simple joyfulness, who resist that unconscious pleading for oblivion? Alison was to go from the terrace with a new zeal for the commission that he had undertaken, to go with his cause much closer to his heart. While he was still there, Dormer whizzed up the drive in his motor car. He had come to meet Lacey at Breysgate, and drive him over to Hingston to dine and sleep. Lacey affected Hingston for his night quarters more than ever now--and Dormer generally fetched him from Breysgate; it was an arrangement convenient to both parties. Jenny had told so much truth that she was inclined for a little mischief. She greeted the newcomer with coquettish demureness, marking, with a smile and a glance at me, Dormer's ill-concealed surprise at Alison's presence, and at the good terms on which he seemed to be with his hostess. Dormer asked for whisky and soda, and I went with him to minister to his wants. "Did Lacey bring the parson?" he asked, after a first eager gulp. "Oh, no. Alison came of his own accord--came to call, you know," I answered. "Did he?" He would obviously have liked to ask more questions. "That's being neighborly, at all events," he ventured to comment, with a covert leer. "We shall be seeing Fillingford--or even Lady Sarah--here next!" "More unlikely things than that have happened." "That's what I always remember," he remarked, nodding sagaciously over his long tumbler. "What I say is--try your luck, even if it does need a bit of cheek." I had a notion that Dormer was inclining toward the confidential. "If it doesn't come off, you're no worse than you were before. If it does, there you are, by Jove!"