Lady Brandon, at once suspecting that this was the man from Sallust's House, and encouraged by the loyalty of the crowd, most of whom made way for her and touched their hats, hit the bay horse smartly with her whip and rode him, with a clatter of hoofs and scattering of clods, right at the snuff-colored enemy, who had to spring hastily aside to avoid her.

There was a roar of laughter from the roadway, and the man turned sharply on her.

But he suddenly smiled affably, replaced his hands in his pockets after raising his hat, and said: "How do you do, Miss Carpenter?
I thought you were a charge of cavalry." "I am not Miss Carpenter, I am Lady Brandon; and you ought to be ashamed of yourself, Mr.Smilash, if it is you that have brought these disgraceful people here." His eyes as he replied were eloquent with reproach to her for being no longer Miss Carpenter.

"I am not Smilash," he said; "I am Sidney Trefusis.

I have just had the pleasure of meeting Sir Charles for the first time, and we shall be the best friends possible when I have convinced him that it is hardly fair to seize on a path belonging to the people and compel them to walk a mile and a half round his estate instead of four hundred yards between two portions of it." "I have already told you, sir," said Sir Charles, "that I intend to open a still shorter path, and to allow all the well-conducted work-people to pass through twice a day.