She had recovered from the pain of it all and now she loved the bumble-bee for invoking the exquisite memory.

The lithe Sussex spaniel crept farther on her lap and her hand caressed his polished coat.

Drowsiness disintegrated the exquisite memories.

Miss Ursula Winwood fell asleep.
The sudden plunging of strong young paws into her body and a series of sharp barks and growls awakened her with a start, and, for a second, still dazed by the drowsy invocation of the bumble-bee, she saw approaching her the gallant fellow who had been pierced through the heart by a Soudanese spear in eighteen eighty-five.

He was dark and handsome, and, by a trick of coincidence, was dressed in loose knickerbocker suit, just as he was when he had walked up that very avenue to say his last good-bye.