"That, however, is what takes place. The young gentleman is always there, waiting for her, and they walk up and down the sands together, or sit side by side on some of the big stones which are strewn about, for an hour at a time. Yesterday--excuse me, ma'am, for mentioning it--he kissed her twice before they parted." "Do you happen to know how long these meetings have been going on?" "This will make the eleventh day." "You seem to have done your spying to some purpose to be able to tell me all this." The young man merely screwed up his lips. "Describe the young gentleman's appearance as nearly as you can." "He's not so tall as I am by half a foot, but rather stiffly built; with sandy hair and a light mustache. In one eye he carries a glass." "Guy Ormsby!" exclaimed Mrs. Jenwyn under her breath. "I felt nearly sure it must be he; and yet not eighteen months ago I heard him tell his sister that his regiment was ordered abroad." Aloud she said, "But how is it, I should like to know, that Fanny Davis has never said a word to me about these meetings at Carthew Bay?" "Because, ma'am, she has no doubt been bribed not to tell. She just perches herself on a bit of rock out of the way of the others, and reads novelettes all the time they are together. Oh, she's a deep un, is Fan, and not to be trusted further than one can see her!" He spoke with a touch of bitterness not observable before. Like most women, Mrs. Jenwyn was certainly not without her occasional intuitions. Looking the young fellow straight in the eyes, she said: "You either are or have been in love with Fanny Davis, and she has jilted you." He looked first amazed and then sulky, while his face turned the color of a peony. "Whether that's so or not," he said, after a brief pause, "I don't see that it has anything to do with what I came here to tell you." "You are quite right," replied Mrs. Jenwyn pleasantly. "One thing has nothing whatever to do with the other. It was merely a guess on my part. By the way, what is your name? You need not be afraid of telling it me, because I shall not speak to any one about our interview." "My name is John Clisby." "Thank you. Then, Mr. Clisby, there are two more items of information which I should feel obliged by your obtaining for me. First of all, I should like to know the address of our young friend with the eyeglass--that is to say, at what place he has taken up his quarters for the time being; and, secondly, what name he is passing under." "He's staying at the Golden Swan, at the other end of the village, and has been since he came here, nearly three weeks since. As for his name, I'll engage to find that out for you by tomorrow."