an't bear
to be away from him."

What women mean by "trusting" might afford a subject for an interesting
disquisition. However, I forbore to pursue the matter, and answered
Rosalind's remark in a practical spirit.

"Well, then," I said, "if that's all, the thing to do is to find
Orlando, tell him that you cannot bear it, and spend the rest of your
holiday, you and he, together."

"That's what I thought," said Rosalind.

"Unfortunately," I continued, "owing to your foolish arrangement not to
tell each other where you were going and not to write, as being
incompatible with Perfect Trust, you don't know where Orlando is at the
present moment."

"No; but I have a good guess," said Rosalind. "There's a smart little
watering-place, not so many miles from here, called Yellowsands, a sort
of secret little Monaco, which not many people know of, a
wicked-innocent gay little place, where we've often talked of going. I
think it's very likely that Orlando has gone there; and that's just
where I was going when we met."

I will tell the reader more about Yellowsands in the next chapter.
Meanwhile, let us complete Rosalind's arrangements. The result of our
conversation was that she was to proceed to Yellowsands on the morrow,
and that I was to follow as soon as possible, so as to be available
should she chance to need any advice, and at all events to give myself
the pleasure of meeting her again.

This arranged, we said good-night, Rosalind with ever such a
brightened-up face, of which I thought for half an hour and then fell
asleep to dream of Yellowsands.

CHAPTER V

CONCERNING THE HAVEN OF YELLOWSANDS

On the morrow, at the peep of day, Rosalind was off to seek her lord.
An hour or so after I started in leisurely pursuit.

Yellowsands! I had heard in a vague way of the place, as a whim of a
certain young nobleman who combined brains with the pursuit of
pleasure. Like most ideas, it was simple enough when once conceived.
Any one possessing a mile or two of secluded seaboard, cut off on the
land side by precipitous approaches, and including a sheltered river
mouth ingeniously hidden by nature, in the form of a jutting wall of
rock, from the sea, might have made as good use of these natural
opportunities as the nobleman in question, had they only been as wise
and as rich. William Blake proposed to rebuild Jerusalem in this green
and pleasant land. My lord proposed to erect a miniature Babylon amid
similar plea