and understanding; but that by no means prevented me from looking up to him in my own mind as to a being superior, not only to myself, but to the common run of humanity.  I was sorry when we got back in sight of the weir, and as I stepped ashore I thought that this morning and the one I had spent with Sister Agnes in Charke Forest were the two happiest of my life.  I had no prevision that the fair-haired young man with whom I had passed three such pleasant hours would, in after years, influence my life in a way that just now I was far too much a child even to dream of.

CHAPTER VI.

The growth of A mystery.

We started at five o’clock to walk back to Deepley Walls, the Major, and I, and George.  It was only two miles away across the fields.  I was quite proud to be seen in the company of so stately a gentleman as Major Strickland, who was dressed this afternoon as for a visit of ceremony.  He had on a blue frock-coat, tightly buttoned, to which the builder had imparted an intangible something that smacked undeniably of the old soldier.  He wore a hat rather wide in the brim; a high stiff checked cravat; a white vest; and lacquered military boots, over which his tightly-strapped trousers fell without a crease.  He had white buckskin gloves, a stout silver-headed malacca cane, and carried a choice geranium in his button-hole.

There was not much conversation among us by the way.  The Major’s usual flow of talk seemed to have deserted him this afternoon, and his mood seemed unconsciously to influence both George and me.  Lady Chillington’s threat to send me to a French school weighed down my spirits.  I had found dear friends—­Sister Agnes, the kind-hearted Major, and his nephew, only to be torn from them—­to be plunged back into the cold, cheerless monotony of school-girl life, where there would be no one to love me, but many to find fault.

We went back by way of the plantation.  George would not go any farther than the wicket at its edge, and it was agreed that he should there await the Major’s return from the Hall.  “I hope, Miss Janet, that we shall see you at Rose Cottage again before many days are over,” he said, as he took my hand to bid me farewell.  “Uncle has promised to ask her ladyship to spare you for a few days.”

“I shall be very, very glad to come, Mr. George.  As long as I live I shall be in your debt, for I cannot forget that I owe you my life.”

“The fairy godmother is whispering in her ear,” said the Major in a loud aside.  “She talks like a woman of forty.”

While still some distance away we could see Lady Chillington sunning herself on the western terrace.  With a pang of regret I saw that Sister Agnes was not with her.  The Major quickened his pace; I clung to his hand, and felt without seeing that her ladyship’s eyes were fixed upon me severely.

“I have brought back your wandering princess,” said the Major, in his cheery way, as he lifted his hat.  Then, as he took her proffered hand, “I hope your ladyship is in perfect health.”