“You cannot guess who it was,” said Annie in answer to his query;” so I will make a favour of telling you.  Do you remember the Rev. Mr. Darner, rector of Downhill Market?”

“Very well.  He preached very tiresome sermons.”

“The young lady was his daughter Mary.”

“’Tis a miracle!  What is Mary Darner doing in America?”

“She is on a visit to her cousin, who is married to the Governor of Massachusetts.  He is here on some state matter, and as Miss Damer also wished to see Washington, he brought her with him.”

“Mary Damer!  We went nutting together one autumn.  She came often to Hyde Court when I was a lad.”

“And she promises to come often to see me when I return to England.  I wonder what we have been brought together for.  There must be a reason for a meeting so unlikely—­Can it be Cornelia?”

“’Tis the most improbable of suppositions.  I do not suppose she ever saw Cornelia.”

“She had not even heard of her—­and yet my mind will connect them.”

“You have no reason to do so; and it is beyond all likelihood.  I am sorry I went away from Mary.”

“She took no notice of your desertion.”

“That is, as maybe.  I was a mere lad when I saw her last.  Is she passable?”

“She is extremely handsome.  My aunt heard that she is to marry a Boston gentleman of good promise and estate.  I dare say it is true.”

It was so true that even while they were speaking of the matter Mary was writing these words to her betrothed :”  Yesterday I met the Hydes.  You know my father has the living of Downhill Market from them, and I had a constraint on me to be agreeable.  The young Lord got out of my way.  Did he imagine I had designs on him?  I look for a better man.  What fate brought us together in Philadelphia, I know not.  I may see a great deal of them in the coming summer, and then I may find out.  At present I will dismiss the Hydes.  I have met pleasanter company.”

Annie dismissed the subject with the same sort of impatience.  It seemed to no one a matter of any importance, and even Annie that day had none of the penetrative insight which belongs to

      “that finer atmosphere,
 Where footfalls of appointed things,
 Reverberant of days to be,
 Are heard in forecast echoings,
 Like wave beats from a viewless sea.”

As for Hyde, he was shaken, confused, lifted off his feet, as it were; but after another day had passed, he had come to one steady resolution—­ he would SPEAL to Cornelia when next he met her, no matter where it was, or who was with her.  And that passionate stress of spirit which induced this resolve, led him also to go out and seek for this opportunity.