Just as the rose-tipped fingers of Aurora plucked the lavender from the skies, Charles and Tony caught sight of the chariot and just as they pulled their horses to a standstill, Mr. Vernon woke up. It is characteristick of the latter's new-found consideration that his first action was to warn them with a gesture of Phyllida's presence fast asleep inside. Charles tapped his holsters in reply and pointed up the opposite slope. Vernon rose to follow his pursuers with a backward glance in the direction of the chariot. When they were over the bridge and out of Phyllida's hearing Charles reined in his walking horse and inquired if Vernon was willing to give him satisfaction. "For what?" said the latter with a sneer. "For insulting my Muse," said Charles, determined if possible not to make Phyllida the subject of the quarrel. "Your muse?" echoed Vernon, with the faintest intonation of surprise, "but I promised you satisfaction for that a month hence." Vernon was equally determined that Phyllida should be the direct occasion of the duel, if duel there must be. The rosy heavens became a sheet of vivid scarlet intersected with the golden bars of the fast rising sun. Up he came in a blaze and dazzle of glory, lustrous and invigorating; still the colour was not quite effaced, and on the three men that scarlet dawn made an invincible impression of disaster and woe. A red sky is a warning to shepherds and sailors, no doubt it was ominous to lovers. The summit of the hill was reached and involuntarily the three paused in their wrangling to marvel at the extensive landslip suffused with the amber haze of earliest morn. The homesteads in sight seemed untenanted: there was not a single column of curling smoke to mark the presence of humanity. Where they were standing, the road was bordered on either side by a wide stretch of level sward. On the left was a spinney of larches showing as yet no crimson plumes of Spring, round which numbers of rabbits gambolled in air that sparkled like golden wine. It seemed indeed more like July than April, and only the bare trees told the true tale of the season's youthfulness. Up here on the top of the world the three men drank in the beauty of the universe and, having as it were performed their orisons, turned to arrange the details of a bloody encounter. "I promised I would meet you where you would in a month's time," repeated Vernon obstinately. "But I prefer to meet you now," replied Charles. "I have no one to act for me." "Mr. Clare will act for both of us." "That is an irregular proceeding." "I don't care." "And Miss Courteen?" Vernon was resolved to drag Charles to the real point at issue. "What is to become of Miss Courteen?" "In either event, Mr. Clare will be able to escort her back to Curtain Wells." "D---- n you," said Vernon, roused by his enemy's assumption of guardianship. "And what if she wishes to stay with me?" "Mr. Lovely has her mother's authority to conduct her home," interposed Clare.