CHAPTER III.
IRIS THE HERALD.
By a somewhat remarkable coincidence it was on this very evening that Iris first made the acquaintance of her pupil, Mr.Arnold Arbuthnot.
These coincidences, I believe, happen oftener in real life than they do even on the stage, where people are always turning up at the very nick of time and the critical moment.
I need little persuasion to make me believe that the first meeting of Arnold Arbuthnot and Iris, on the very evening when her cousin was opening matters with the Foxy one, was nothing short of Providential.
You shall see, presently, what things might have happened if they had not met.

The meeting was, in fact, the second of the three really important events in the life of a girl.

The first, which is seldom remembered with the gratitude which it deserves, is her birth; the second, the first meeting with her future lover; the third, her wedding-day; the other events of a woman's life are interesting, perhaps, but not important.
Certain circumstances, which will be immediately explained, connected with this meeting, made it an event of very considerable interest to Iris, even though she did not suspect its immense importance.

So much interest that she thought of nothing else for a week beforehand; that as the appointed hour drew near she trembled and grew pale; that when her grandfather came up for his tea, she, who was usually so quick to discern the least sign of care or anxiety in his face, actually did not observe the trouble, plainly written in his drooping head and anxious eyes, which was due to his interview with Mr.David Chalker.
She poured out the tea, therefore, without one word of sympathy.

This would have seemed hard if her grandfather had expected any.