Even now I do not quite understand." She led the way from that open space to a little plot of grass above the creek.

On three sides thick hedges enclosed it, at the back rose the tall elms and poplars, in front the water flashed and broke in ripples, and beyond the water the trees rose again and were overtopped by sloping meadows.

A gap in the hedge made an entrance into this enclosure, and a garden-seat stood in the centre of the grass.
"Now," said Ethne, and she motioned to Captain Willoughby to take a seat at her side.

"You will take your time, perhaps.

You will forget nothing.
Even his words, if you remember them! I shall thank you for his words." She held that white feather clenched in her hand.