For the Park in that dim November light seemed to allure me; there was a red glow of sunset in the distance; a faint, climbing mist between the trees; the gas-lamps were twinkling everywhere.  I could hear the ringing of some church bell; there was space, freedom for thought, a vague, uncertain prospect, out of which figures were looming curiously,—­a delightful sense that I was sinning against conventionality and Aunt Philippa.

‘Halloo, Ursula!’ exclaimed a voice in great astonishment; and there, out of the mist, was a kind face looking at me,—­a face with a brown beard, and dark eyes with a touch of amusement in them; and the eyes and the beard and the bright, welcoming smile belonged to Uncle Max.

As I caught at his outstretched hand with a half-stifled exclamation of delight, a policeman turned round and looked at us with an air of interest.  No doubt he thought the tall brown-bearded clergyman in the shabby coat—­it was one of Uncle Max’s peculiarities to wear a shabby coat occasionally—­was the sweetheart of the young lady in black.  Uncle Max—­I am afraid I oftener called him Max—­was only a few years older than myself, and had occupied the position of an elder brother to me.

He was my poor mother’s only brother, and had been dearly loved by her,—­not as I had loved Charlie, perhaps; but they had been much to each other, and he had always seemed nearer to me than Aunt Philippa, who was my father’s sister; perhaps because there was nothing in common between us, and I had always been devoted to Uncle Max.

‘Well, Ursula,’ he said, pretending to look grave, but evidently far too pleased to see me to give me a very severe lecture, ’what is the meaning of this?  Does Mrs. Garston allow young ladies under her charge to stroll about Hyde Park in the twilight? or have you stolen a march on her, naughty little she-bear?’

I drew my hand away with an offended air:  when Uncle Max wished to tease or punish me he always reminded me that the name of Ursula signified she-bear, and would sometimes call me ‘the little black growler’; and at such times it was provoking to think that Sara signified princess.  I have always wondered how far and how strongly our baptismal names influence us.  Of course he would not let me walk beside him in that dignified manner:  the next instant I heard his clear hearty laugh, and then I laughed too.

’What an absurd child you are!  I was thinking over your letter as I walked along.  It did not bring me to London, certainly; I had business of my own; but, all the same, I have walked across the Park this evening to talk to you about this extraordinary scheme.’

But I would not let him go on.  He was about to cross the road, so I took his arm and turned him back.  And there was the gray mist creeping up between the trees, and the lamps glimmering in the distance, and the faint pink glow had not yet died away.

‘It is so quiet here,’ I pleaded, ’and I could not get you alone for a moment if we went in.  Uncle Brian will be there, and Jill, and we could not say a word.  Aunt Philippa and Sara have gone to see Lesbia.  I have been driving with them all the afternoon.  Sara has been shopping, and how bored I was!’