her for pardon?  Or should he strive to express his unaltered love by some tone of his voice?  Or should he simply ask her after her health?  He made one step towards her, and he saw that the face became more rigid and more fixed than before, and then he desisted.  He told himself that he was simply hateful to her.  He thought that he could perceive that there was no tenderness mixed with her unabated anger.

At this moment Bernard Dale and Emily came close upon him, and Bernard saw him at once.  It was through Bernard that Lily and Crosbie had come to know each other.  He and Bernard Dale had been fast friends in old times, and had, of course, been bitter enemies since the day of Crosbie’s treachery.  They had never spoken since, though they had often seen each other, and Dale was not at all disposed to speak to him now.  The moment that he recognised Crosbie he looked across to his cousin.  For an instant, an idea flashed across him that he was there by her permission—­with her assent; but it required no second glance to show him that this was not the case.  ‘Dunn,’ he said, ’I think we will ride on,’ and he put his horse into a trot.  Siph, whose ear was very accurate, and who knew that something was wrong, trotted on with him, and Lily, of course, was not left behind.  ’Is there anything the matter?’ said Emily to her lover.

‘Nothing specially the matter,’ he replied; ’but you were standing in company with the greatest blackguard that every lived, and I thought we had better change our ground.’

‘Bernard!’ said Lily, flashing on him with all the fire which her eyes could command.  Then she remembered that she could not reprimand him for the offence of such abuse in such a company; so she reined in her horse and fell a-weeping.

Siph Dunn, with his wicked cleverness, knew the whole story at once, remembering that he had once heard something of Crosbie having behaved very ill to someone before he married Lady Alexandra De Courcy.  He stopped his horse also, falling a little behind Lily, so that he might not be supposed to have seen her tears, and began to hum a tune.  Emily also, though not wickedly clever, understood something of it.  ’If Bernard says anything to make you angry, I will scold him,’ she said.  Then the two girls rode on together in front, while Bernard fell back with Siph Dunn.

‘Pratt,’ said Crosbie, putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder as soon as the party had ridden out of hearing, ’do you see that girl there in the dark blue habit?’

‘What, the one nearest to the path?’

‘Yes; the one nearest to the path.  That is Lily Dale.’

‘Lily Dale!’ said Fowler Pratt.

‘Yes, that is Lily Dale.’

‘Did you speak to her?’ Pratt asked.