Grimes was very sulky, because the woman preferred Tom’s company to his; so he dashed at him with horrid words, and tore him up from his knees, and began beating him. But Tom was accustomed to that, and got his head safe between Mr. Grimes’ legs, and kicked his shins with all his might. “Are you not ashamed of yourself, Thomas Grimes?” cried the Irishwoman over the wall. Grimes looked up, startled at her knowing his name; but all he answered was, “No, nor never was yet;” and went on beating Tom. “True for you. If you ever had been ashamed of yourself, you would have gone over into Vendale long ago.” “What do you know about Vendale?” shouted Grimes; but he left off beating Tom. “I know about Vendale, and about you, too. I know, for instance, what happened in Aldermire Copse, by night, two years ago come Martinmas.” “You do?” shouted Grimes; and leaving Tom, he climbed up over the wall, and faced the woman. Tom thought he was going to strike her; but she looked him too full and fierce in the face for that. “Yes; I was there,” said the Irishwoman quietly. “You are no Irishwoman, by your speech,” said Grimes, after many bad words. “Never mind who I am. I saw what I saw; and if you strike that boy again, I can tell what I know.” Grimes seemed quite cowed, and got on his donkey without another word. “Stop!” said the Irishwoman. “I have one more word for you both; for you will both see me again before all is over. Those that wish to be clean, clean they will be; and those that wish to be foul, foul they will be. Remember.” [Picture: Griffin status with shield saying “Salvtem”] And she turned away, and through a gate into the meadow. Grimes stood still a moment, like a man who had been stunned. Then he rushed after her, shouting, “You come back.” But when he got into the meadow, the woman was not there. Had she hidden away? There was no place to hide in. But Grimes looked about, and Tom also, for he was as puzzled as Grimes himself at her disappearing so suddenly; but look where they would, she was not there. Grimes came back again, as silent as a post, for he was a little frightened; and, getting on his donkey, filled a fresh pipe, and smoked away, leaving Tom in peace. [Picture: Griffin status with shield saying “Amicis”] And now they had gone three miles and more, and came to Sir John’s lodge-gates. Very grand lodges they were, with very grand iron gates and stone gate-posts, and on the top of each a most dreadful bogy, all teeth, horns, and tail, which was the crest which Sir John’s ancestors wore in the Wars of the Roses; and very prudent men they were to wear it, for all their enemies must have run for their lives at the very first sight of them. Grimes rang at the gate, and out came a keeper on the spot, and opened.