"My explanation comes first," he broke in. "I saw you crossing the park. A second time in the course of one day I had to decide whether to remain hidden or make a bolt for it. Again I determined to stand fast; for had you seen and heard a man vanishing among the trees you would certainly have been alarmed, not only because of the hour but owing to today's extraordinary events. Moreover, I felt sure you were coming to the lake, and I did not wish to stop you. That was a bit of pure selfishness on my part. I wanted you to come. If ever a man was vouchsafed the realization of an unspoken prayer, I am that man tonight." Trenholme had never before made love to any woman, but lack of experience did not seem to trouble him greatly. Sylvia, however, though very much alive to that element in his words, bethought herself of something else which they implied. "Then you heard what my cousin Robert said?" she commented. "Every syllable. When the chance of an effectual reply offered, I recalled his disjointed remarks collectively." "Did you hit him very hard?" "Just hard enough to stop him from annoying you further tonight." "I suppose he deserved it. He was horrid. But I don't wish you to meet him again just now. He is no coward, and he might attack you." "That would be most unfortunate," he agreed. "So, if you don't mind, we'll take a roundabout way. By skirting the Quarry Wood we can reach the avenue, near the place where we met this evening. Do you remember?" "Perfectly. I shall be very old before I forget." "But I mean the place where we met. Of course, you could hardly pretend that you had forgotten meeting me." "As soon would the daffodil forget where last it bloomed. "Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty. "Not that I should quote you 'A Winter's Tale,' but rather search my poor store for apter lines from 'A Midsummer Night's Dream': "I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; Quite over-canopied with luxurious woodbine, With sweet musk roses, and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania. "Believe me, I have an excellent memory--for some things." They walked together in silence a little way, and dreamed, perchance, that they were wandering in Oberon's realm with Hermia and Lysander. Then Sylvia, stealing a shy glance at the tall figure by her side, acknowledged that once she filled the role of Titania in a schoolroom version of the play. "We had no man," she said, "but the masks and costumes served us well. After a day's study I could be a Fairy Queen once more. "I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again; Mine ear is much enraptured of thy note----" She stopped suddenly. The next lines were distinctly amorous. He laughed with ready appreciation of her difficulty, but generously provided a way out.