"Yes. And Harry, too, for that matter. Only our talk got somehow to be not quite the sort it would be salutary for him to take an interest in. So we told Harry to walk on slowly to the gate, and be sure not to do any number of things he would never have thought of if we hadn't suggested them. You know how people are with children----" "Harry is--her boy?" Anne, being vexed, had almost added--"and yours?" "Oh----! Say the _fons et origo_ of the Pendomer divorce case, poor little chap. Yes, Harry is her boy." Anne said, and again, as she perceived within the moment, a thought too expeditiously: "I wish you wouldn't bring them here, Colonel Musgrave." Indeed, it seemed to her flat desecration that Musgrave should have brought his former mistress into this hallowed plot of ground. She did not mind--illogically, perhaps--his bringing the child. "Eh----? Oh, yes," said Colonel Musgrave. He was sensibly nettled. "You wish 'Colonel Musgrave' wouldn't bring them here. But then, you see, we had been to Patricia's grave. And we remembered how Jack stood by us both when--when things bade fair to be even more unpleasant for Clarice and myself than they actually were. You shouldn't, I think, grudge even such moral reprobates the privilege of being properly appreciative of what he did for both of us. Besides, you always come on Saturdays, you know. We couldn't very well anticipate that you would be here this afternoon." So he had been at pains to spy upon her! Anne phrased it thus in her soul, being irritated, and crisply answered: "I am leaving Lichfield to-morrow. I had meant this to be my farewell to them until October." Colonel Musgrave had glanced toward the little headstone, with its rather lengthy epitaph, which marked the resting-place of this woman's only child; and then to the tall shaft whereon was engraved just "John Charteris." The latter inscription was very characteristic of her view-point, he reflected; and yet reasonable, too; as one might mention a Hector or a Goethe, say, without being at pains to disclaim allusion to the minor sharers of either name. "Yes," he said. "Well, I shall not intrude." "No--wait," she dissented. Her voice was altered now, for there had come into it a marvelous gentleness. And Colonel Musgrave remained motionless. The whole world was motionless, ineffably expectant, as it seemed to him.