Horace Jewdwine had made the most remarkable of his many remarkable discoveries.

At least he thought he had.

He could not be quite sure, which was his excuse for referring it to his cousin Lucia, whose instinct (he would not call it judgement) in these matters was infallible--strangely infallible for so young a girl.

What, he wondered, would she say to Savage Keith Rickman?
On Saturday, when he first came down into Devonshire, he would have been glad to know.

But to-day, which was a Tuesday, he was not interested in Rickman.