"After all," I thought to myself, "even Hilda Wade is fallible." So that evening, when her "turn" was over, I made up my mind to go round and call upon her.

I had told Cecil Holsworthy my intentions beforehand, and it rather shocked him.

He was too much of a gentleman to wish to spy upon the girl he had promised to marry.

However, in my case, there need be no such scruples.

I found the house and asked for Miss Montague.