Fully equipped at length, he stepped on board and poled himself out from the shore. Arrived at the farther bank, he calmly disembarked and tied up under the willows. He paused a few seconds to light another cigarette, then turned from the river and sauntered up the path between the high box hedges. The garden was deserted, and he pursued his way unmolested till he came within sight of the house. Here for the first time he stopped to take deliberate stock of his surroundings. Standing in the shelter of a giant rhododendron, he saw two figures emerge and walk along the narrow gravelled terrace before the house. As he watched, they reached the farther end and turned. He recognized them both. They were Caryl and his host Abingdon. For a few moments they stood talking, then went away together round an angle of the house. Scarcely had they disappeared before a girl's light figure appeared at an upstairs window. Doris's mischievous face peeped forth, wearing her gayest, most impudent grimace. There was no one else in sight, and with instant decision Brandon stepped into full view, and without the faintest suggestion of concealment began to stroll up the winding path. She heard his footsteps on the gravel, and turned her eyes upon him with a swift start of recognition. He raised his hand in airy salute, and he heard her low murmur of laughter as she waved him a hasty sign to await her in the shrubbery from which he had just emerged. * * * * * "Did you actually come across the river?" said Doris. "Whatever made you do that?" "I said I should come and fetch you, you know, if you didn't turn up," he said. She laughed. "Do you always keep your word?" "To you--always," he assured her. Her merry face coloured a little, but she met his eyes with absolute candour. "And now that you have come what can we do? Are you going to take me on the river? It looks rather dangerous." "It is dangerous," Brandon said coolly, "but I think I can get you over in safety if you will allow me to try. In any case, I won't let you drown." "I shall be furious if anything happens," she told him--"if you splash me even. So beware!" He pushed out from the bank with a laugh. It was evident that her threat did not greatly impress him. As for Doris, she was evidently enjoying the adventure, and the risks that attended it only added to its charm. There was something about this man that fascinated her, a freedom and a daring to which her own reckless spirit could not fail to respond. He was the most interesting plaything she had had for a long time. She had no fear that he would ever make the mistake of taking her seriously. They reached the opposite bank in safety, and he handed her ashore with considerable _empressement_. "I have a confession to make," he said, as they walked up to the house. "Oh, I know what it is," she returned carelessly. "Mrs. Lockyard did not expect me and has gone out." He nodded.