"Our deaf-devil, Mr. Gerard, has done a thing this morning which puzzles me," he began; "and I should like to hear what you think of it. For the first time since we have had him here, he has opened his door to a visitor. And--what a surprise for you!--it's the other devil with the hat and feather who got at my Cristy, and made her cry." That this meeting would be only too likely to happen, in due course of time, I had never doubted. That it had happened, now, confirmed me in my resolution to keep guard over Cristel at the cottage, till the Cur left it. I asked, of course, how those two enemies of mine had first seen each other. "She was just going to knock at our door, Mr. Gerard, when she happened to look up. There he was, airing himself at his window as usual. Do you think she was too much staggered at the sight of him to speak? At any rate, he got the start of her. 'Wait till I come down,' says he--and there he was, almost as soon as he said it. They went into his place together; and for best part of an hour they were in each other's company. Every man has his failings; I don't deny that I'm a little inquisitive by nature. Between ourselves, I got under the open window and listened. At a great disadvantage, I needn't tell you; for she was obliged to write what she had to say. But _he_ talked. I was too late for the cream of it; I only heard him wish her good-bye. 'If your ladyship telegraphs this morning,' says he, 'when will the man come to me?' Now what do you say to that?" "More than I have time to say now, Mr. Toller. Can you find me a messenger to take a note to Trimley Deen?" "We have no messengers in this lonesome place, sir." "Very well. Then I must take my own message. You will see me again, as soon as I can get back." Mr. Toller's ready curiosity was roused in a moment. "Perhaps, you wish to have a look at the repairs?" he suggested in his most insinuating manner. "I wish to see what her ladyship's telegram brings forth," I said; "and mean to be here when 'the man' arrives." My venerable tenant was delighted. "Turn him inside out, sir, and get at his secrets. I'll help you." Returning to Trimley Deen, I ordered the pony-chaise to be got ready, and a small portmanteau to be packed--speaking in the hall. The sound of my voice brought Mrs. Roylake out of the morning-room. She was followed by Lady Rachel. If I could only have heard their private conference, I should have seen the dangerous side of the Cur's character under a new aspect. "Gerard!" cried my stepmother, "what did I hear just now? You can't be going back to Germany!" "Certainly not," I answered. "Going to stay with some friends perhaps?" Lady Rachel suggested. "I wonder whether I know them?" It was spitefully done--but, in respect of tone and manner, done to perfection. The pony-chaise drew up at the door. This was another of the rare occasions in my life on which I acted discreetly. It was necessary for me to say something. I said, "Good morning."