Lucie, cool in a white blouse and pique skirt, met me in the hall, and, to my surprise, told me that Ella had already departed. At seven o'clock she asked that she might be driven back to Swanage to rejoin her father, as they were leaving early on the motor-car. She was as surprised as I myself was at this sudden decision to leave, for she expected that she would remain there for another day at least, now that we had again met. "Didn't she tell you that she was leaving early?" Lucie asked, looking me straight in the face. "No. I certainly expected to find her here," I said, as she led me into the old-fashioned morning-room sweet with the odour of pot-pourri in the big Oriental punch-bowls. I was utterly taken aback by her announcement. When I had parted from my love she had declared that to meet again was useless, but I had assured her that in the morning I would call--that now we had met I would not again leave her. Had she not confessed her love for me? Did we not love each other with a fond, mad passion? And yet my darling had, it appeared, fallen beneath the influence of some nameless fellow, who was, no doubt, a scoundrel and an adventurer! Should I calmly stand by and allow her to ruin her life and mine? No. A thousand times, no. And as I stood there in silence in the low-ceilinged old room with Lucie Miller at my side, I made a firm and furious resolve that my Ella should not again escape me. Our love, however, seemed ill-fated. The remembrance of that night in Bayswater ever arose within my memory. Again how curious it was, that through the dead I had found the living. By the death of Nardini I had rediscovered my lost love. I wondered whether I should confide in Lucie and explain what my love had told me, or whether it was best to allow her, at least for the present, to remain in ignorance? I decided, after due reflection, upon the latter course. "I, of course, thought that she had wished you good-bye, and made an appointment for another meeting," Lucie said. "In fact, both my father and myself were greatly surprised when she came and asked that the horse might be put to. And yet--" and without finishing her sentence, she looked mysteriously into my face. "And yet what?" I asked. For a few moments she was silent, hesitating to explain. I saw by her face that something had puzzled her. We had so quickly become friends, and our friendship had been cemented by our mutual acquaintanceship with Ella Murray, that we had found ourselves speaking perfectly frankly as though we had known each other for years. "Well--will you pardon me for asking you a rather impertinent question, Mr Leaf?" she said. "Why, certainly." "You'll perhaps think me curiously inquisitive, but how long were you with Ella in the avenue after you left last night?" "About half an hour." "Not more?"