He rode several miles at a fast pace in the Park before turning his horse's head in the direction of The Forest. As he was passing the monastery ruins he saw Jane Thrush. She looked very sweet and winsome in her plain brown frock which matched the color of her hair; she had no hat, and its luxurious growth added to her rather refined rustic beauty. Alan was always courteous to women, and Jane was one of his favorites; so was her father, he had a sincere regard for the sturdy, silent gamekeeper. "Beautiful morning, Jane," he said. "You love to be out in the sun?" She smiled at him. How handsome he looked on his horse, and how well he sat the animal! "I am going to Little Trent to buy a few things for the house. I generally go through the wood," she said. "You and your father live quiet lives here. Wouldn't you like to be in the village?" he asked. "Oh no. I love the old ruin, and the cottage is so sweet I couldn't bear to leave it, and I'm sure Father would sooner be here than anywhere," said Jane eagerly. Alan laughed as he replied: "Don't be alarmed, you shall live in the cottage as long as you like. Do you ever feel afraid when you are alone at night?" "No; why should I? No one ever comes here, and there's Jack always on guard." "Wonderful dog, Jack," said Alan smiling. "He is. It's three years since you gave him to me. He is my constant companion." "He's a well-bred dog anyway; these black retrievers are hard to beat." "If anything happened to him I don't know what I'd do," she said. "I do," he answered. "I'd give you another in his place." "That wouldn't be the same at all," she said. "You prefer old friends?" "Yes, indeed." "Then I hope Jack will live a long time to be your faithful companion," said Alan. CHAPTER III "HE'S A SPY" Evelyn Berkeley was at home, instructions were given that Mr. Chesney was to be admitted when he called. She greeted him cordially; he saw she was pleased to see him. "You bring the fresh air in with you. I suppose you have been riding in the Park?" she said, as she gave him her hand and a bright smile. "It's the best part of the day for riding. I wonder you do not go out more on horseback, you are a good rider." "You really think so?" "Yes--really." "I have no one to ride with." "There's me, won't I do?" he asked laughing. "Oh yes, you'll do very well indeed, but I have to be careful; I'm a lone woman and people talk." "Let 'em," said Alan. "That's all very well from your standpoint; you're a man, that makes all the difference." "Not in these days. Women are taking a hand in most things, giving the men a lead. They are independent; probably they are right." "Yes, I think they are, but still there are some things they cannot do; women are more likely to be talked about than men, it matters more to them." "Why should it?" "Because women are women, I can't give you a better answer," she said laughing.