He soon reached the stream, and began to make his way up it through the ravine.

There was waterfall over waterfall, and there were little bridges here and there which looked to be half natural and half artificial, and a path which required that you should climb, but which was yet a path, and all was so arranged that not a pleasant splashing rush of the waters was lost to the visitor.

He went on and on, up the stream, till there was a sharp turn in the ravine, and then, looking upwards, he saw above his head a man and a woman standing together on one of the little half-made wooden bridges.

His eyes were sharp, and he saw at a glance that the woman was Lady Laura Standish.

He had not recognised the man, but he had very little doubt that it was Mr.Kennedy.