As Mr Musgrave beheld her now, suitably attired in an exceedingly elegant yet simple white dinner dress, he found it difficult to associate this dainty person with the dreadful vision in blue overalls standing at the top of a long ladder and whistling to the bull-dog. He shuddered when he recalled that sight. How could any refined girl be guilty of such immodest conduct? But the person in the overalls had done him a service. He felt that it would be only courtesy to acknowledge it. But did not courtesy demand rather that he should ignore that painful episode? It was possible that the girl would be displeased to be reminded of that occasion. Mr Musgrave felt so embarrassed, and was so little successful in concealing this emotion, that the girl, becoming conscious of it, imagined that he was shy. She promptly "started in," as she would have phrased it, to set him at his ease. "I'm quite in love with Moresby," she said brightly. "It's the prettiest spot I've happened upon so far. These old places which have fallen asleep are restful. I was just asking Mr Errol when you arrived to whom that beautiful garden belonged, with the old gabled house standing back from the road, and he replied, `Here's the owner.' When I looked round and saw you I remembered your face. Diogenes introduced us informally, if you recall the afternoon you called here. He is a dreadfully pushing person, Diogenes; but he's a dear when you know him." "I daresay," Mr Musgrave answered, correctly surmising that Diogenes was the bull-dog. "But I dislike dogs." "I should never have thought that," replied the girl, looking faintly surprised; "because Diogenes likes you. He never speaks to people he doesn't like; and dogs as a rule know at once when people are not sympathetic. He quite gushed about you after you had gone. I won't tell him he has made a mistake, it might hurt his feelings. And after all you are possibly mistaken yourself. You'd love dogs, I expect, if you once allowed yourself to take an interest in them. They are like children; one has to get accustomed to them." "On the occasion you refer to," said Mr Musgrave tactfully, "I was very obliged to you for coming to my assistance. I confess to having felt distinctly nervous of Diogenes." "Most people are," she said. "He looks so ferocious, and he's noisy. But that was only good-tempered teasing. He always helps me when I am gardening, and he enjoys thinking he is keeping intruders off. You must come and see the gardens some day. Mr Errol tells me you are dreadfully learned about flowers." "I am interested in flowers," John Musgrave allowed modestly. "So am I--enormously. I just love having this big place to experiment with. And my aunt is such a dear; she gives me a free hand." She laughed delightfully, showing a set of very pretty teeth. "A free hand constitutes also unlimited funds, and that is such a help in the making of a beautiful garden."