The whole place seemed permeated by their happiness, and Derrick was wondering how long the rollicking would last and when he should be able to take up the duties which devolved upon him.

One evening it chanced that he and Celia were walking through the village, on their way from Lady Gridborough's, engaged in earnest converse about those same duties; and, in the middle of a sentence, Celia broke off, and, catching at his arm, exclaimed, "Derrick! Oh, Derrick, look!" Derrick followed the direction of her eyes, and saw a huge tent with a number of persons bustling about it.

It was a circus tent; and, moreover, it was Bloxford's Mammoth Circus itself.

He stopped and stared; then he laughed.
"Why, it's old Bloxford!" he cried, brightly.

"Celia, this is a piece of luck.