. The lines his brother had written covered it. There was no room
left. He felt in his pocket, and produced a letter--the letter which
Anne had referred to at the interview between them--the letter which she
had written to insist on his attending the lawn-party at Windygates.

"This will do," he said. "It's one of Anne's own letters to me. There's
room on the fourth page. If I write," he added, turning suddenly on
Arnold, "you promise to take it to her? Your hand on the bargain!"

He held out the hand which had saved Arnold's life in Lisbon Harbor, and
received Arnold's promise, in remembrance of that time.

"All right, old fellow. I can tell you how to find the place as we go
along in the gig. By-the-by, there's one thing that's rather important.
I'd better mention it while I think of it."

"What is that?"

"You mustn't present yourself at the inn in your own name; and you
mustn't ask for her by _her_ name."

"Who am I to ask for?"

"It's a little awkward. She has gone there as a married woman, in case
they're particular about taking her in--"

"I understand. Go on."

"And she has planned to tell them (by way of making it all right and
straight for both of us, you know) that she expects her husband to join
her. If I had been able to go I should have asked at the door for 'my
wife.' You are going in my place--"

"And I must ask at the door for 'my wife,' or I shall expose Miss
Silvester to unpleasant consequences?"

"You don't object?"

"Not I! I don't care what I say to the people of the inn. It's the
meeting with Miss Silvester that I'm afraid of."

"I'll put that right for you--never fear!"

He went at once to the table and rapidly scribbled a few lines--then
stopped and considered. "Will that do?" he asked himself. "No; I'd
better say something spooney to quiet her." He considered again, added a
line, and brought his hand down on the table with a cheery smack.
"That will do the business! Read it yourself, Arnold--it's not so badly
written."

Arnold read the note without appearing to share his friend's favorable
opinion of it.

"This is rather short," he said.

"Have I time to make it longer?"

"Perhaps not. But let Miss Silvester see for herself that you have no
time to make it longer. The train starts in less than half an hour. Put
the time."

"Oh, all right! and the date too, if you like."

He had just added the desired words and figures, and had given the
revised letter to Arnold, when