After a little further talk the young carpenter went his way, fully satisfied with his morning's work. He told himself that he had merely been playing a game of tit for tat. After leading him on and trifling with him for six months, Fanny had finally sent him about his business, and now he had done his best to be even with her. "She'll get the sack as sure as her name's Fan D., and serve her jolly well right," he said to himself with a chuckle, as he took his way through the shrubbery. Miss Drelincourt and her maid were back from the bay in time for luncheon; indeed, Anna's punctuality could always be depended on. "How innocent and good they both look," said Mrs. Jenwyn to herself, as they entered the house. "As for the girl, I always misdoubted that demure face of hers--but Anna! And yet, why wonder? Did I not say to Mr. Drelincourt that she was a hard one to read? And now, I suppose, a new factor has come to complicate matters, and will have to be reckoned with. Oh, what a pity!--what a pity! I would rather Guy Ormsby were dead and buried than he should have found his way here." But nothing of what she felt or thought was visible to the others. Anna was conscious of no change in her, and the day passed over as quietly and uneventfully as hundreds before it had done. Next morning Anna and her attendant set out for their usual forenoon ramble, utterly unsuspicious that Mrs. Jenwyn had any knowledge of the magnet which drew the former's footsteps unerringly in the direction of Carthew Bay. Half an hour later a note, which had been brought to the house by a boy, was put into Mrs. Jenwyn's hands. It contained two lines only: The person we spoke about yesterday is passing under the name of Mr. Harold Vince, but his portmanteau is marked with the letters G. O. Your obedient servant, John Clisby. When Miss Drelincourt, accompanied by Fanny, got back from her forenoon walk on the day following that of John Clisby's visit to Rosemount, she found that Mrs. Jenwyn had gone for a drive in the pony chaise they were in the habit of hiring from a jobmaster in the village; and, further, that she had left word Anna was not to wait luncheon for her, as she might possibly be rather late in returning. It was such an unusual thing for Mrs. Jenwyn to drive out without her that the girl could not help speculating as to the nature of the errand which had taken her from home (why had she said no word of her intention at breakfast?), but no faintest suspicion of the truth entered her mind. Mrs. Jenwyn went for a long country drive, and it was close upon two o'clock before Combe Fenton was reached on her return, by which time she felt pretty sure Guy Ormsby would be back from his usual appointment with Anna. Nor was she mistaken. She had requested her driver to stop at the Golden Swan Hotel, and on inquiring whether "Mr. Harold Vince" was indoors, she was told, to her satisfaction, that he was.