tely on the right a row of high,
old-fashioned houses.

"Here we are, guvnor!" exclaimed Joseph, applying his brake, and Jimmy
was out on the pavement in an instant, across the long front garden,
ringing the bell, knocking at the door.

"Miss Rosser?" he asked when it was opened by a middle-aged woman.

"She went out three-quarters of an hour ago," was the answer.

"At what time do you expect her home?" said Jimmy.

"She ordered tea for half-past four," replied the woman.

Jimmy could not wait until half-past four! He looked at his watch and
saw there would be more than an hour!

"Can you tell me where she has gone?" he inquired.

"Well, she asked how to find Greenwich Park," said the woman, and as
Jimmy turned away from the door he took out his pocket-book. Standing
on the pavement he handed a five-pound note, together with the fare
from Upper Grosvenor Street and a liberal tip to Joseph Botting, who
grinned with delight, then Jimmy crossed the road and struck across the
heath. A few children were scampering about, some men were playing at
golf on this, the oldest course in England. Entering the park a few
minutes later he followed the broad walk, bordered by Spanish chestnut
trees, keeping the while a brisk lookout and hesitating whether to take
one of the diverging paths to the right or left.

Surely that must be Bridget! She was scarcely to be mistaken, with her
slender figure, her rather closely fitting skirt, her wide-brimmed hat,
her wealth of chestnut-coloured hair! On Jimmy's left was the
observatory, and two or three people were adjusting their watches by
the large clock in the wall. She stood close to an iron railing, from
which sloped down a grassy hill, and beyond lay Greenwich Hospital and
the Thames; on its farther bank tall chimneys rising from amidst the
docks and houses of the Isle of Dogs.

With her back still towards him, her eyes upon the wonderful prospect,
she had no suspicion of Jimmy's propinquity until he mentioned her name.

"Bridget!" he whispered, close behind her, and on the instant she
turned, her face radiant with joy.

"Oh, I wondered whether you would come!" she cried.

"What else could I do?" he said. "Now I am here, where can we go to
talk about the most important subject in the world?"

"Let us," suggested Bridget, "stroll across the grass!"

They soon reached a secluded spot, and found some chairs near an
ancient, ivy-covered tree-trunk, surrounded by an iro