"For that reason I come to see you," said Beatrice calmly. Her hostess started, but speedily recovered her calmness. "I really do not know what you mean, Miss Hedge," she said composedly. "I think you know this much, that I am not Miss Hedge." "Oh!" said Mrs. Snow, her sallow face flushing an uneasy red. "Will you not be seated?" "Thank you." Beatrice moved towards a garden seat at the far end of the lawn; but Mrs. Snow touched her arm, and pointed to a side-path. "I have a very secluded arbour there," she said significantly, "where we cannot be overheard." And she led the way down the path. "The whole world may hear what I have to say," declared Beatrice boldly, and resolved to be a party to no mystery. "But the whole world," said Mrs. Snow, stopped with a disagreeable smile, "may not hear what I may have to say--that is, if you press me." "I want to hear everything," said the girl sharply; "for that reason I have come to you." "I fear you will go away less easy in your mind than you came." Beatrice shrugged her shoulders. "My mind has been uneasy ever since the death of my stepfather," she retorted. "Is this the place?" "This is the place," assented the vicaress. It was--as Mrs. Snow had stated--a very secret place. The path ended In a kind of semicircular enclosure surrounded by a high hedge of hawthorn. The arbour faced the path, so that any one seated therein could see an intruder advancing along the path. The haven of rest was of light trellis-work overgrown with roses, and had a comfortable wooden seat at the back, and two basket chairs in front of this, with a small green-painted table between. Beatrice sank into one of the chairs, and Mrs. Snow subsided into the other. The table was between them, and the two glanced at one another when seated. Mrs. Snow looked as sour as ever: but there lurked a watchful look in her eyes, which a more discerning person than the visitor would have seen at once. Beatrice on her part, having nothing to conceal, was perfectly open; and caring very little for what Mrs. Snow had to say, resolved that, whatever it might be, she would bind herself to no secrecy. The scene being set, the actresses spoke. Beatrice politely waited to give Mrs. Snow a chance of opening the conversation, while Mrs. Snow was equally determined that her visitor should speak first. Under these circumstances a silence ensued which lasted for quite two minutes. Mrs. Snow, being the most impatient, yielded first to the desire to use her tongue. "You spoke very strangely just now, Miss Hedge," she said, and purposely uttered the name to evoke frank speech from Beatrice. "Miss Hall, if you please," said the girl, falling into the trap. "Oh! Miss Hall," replied the other, flushing. "I never knew that your mother was called Hall." "As she was your dearest friend--you told me as much--I fancy you must have had some idea."