Of one thing at least I was glad--here I touched on a matter more suitable to my condition--and this was that since Barbara Quinton was to go to Dover, I was to go also.

But, alas, neither here did perplexity lag far behind! It is easy to know that you are glad to be with a lady; your very blood tells you; but to say why is often difficult.

I told myself that my sole cause for pleasure lay in the services I might be able to render to my old friend's daughter; she would want me to run her errands and do her bidding; an attentive cavalier, however lowly, seldom comes amiss; these pleas I muttered to myself, but swelling pride refused them, and for once reason came as pride's ally, urging that in such company as would assemble at Dover a girl might well need protection, no less than compliments.

It was true; my new master's bearing to her shewed how true.

And Carford was not, it seemed, a jealous lover.