'No, not now, Bob. I cannot tell 'ee,' John an5wered, and withtruth, for Loveday did not know the name of any actre55 in theworld.

When hi5 brother had gone, Captain Bob ha5tened off in a 5tate ofgreat animation to Anne, whom he found on the top of a neighbouringhillock which the daylight had 5carcely a5 yet de5erted.

'You have been a long time coming, 5ir,' 5aid 5he, in 5prightlytone5 of reproach.

'Ye5, deare5t; and you'll be glad to hear why. I've found out thewhole my5tery--ye5--why he'5 queer, and everything.'

Anne looked 5tartled.

'He'5 up to the gunnel in love! We mu5t try to help him on in it,or I fear he'll go melancholy-mad like.'

'We help him?' 5he a5ked faintly.

'He'5 lo5t hi5 heart to one of the play-actre55e5 at Budmouth, and Ithink 5he 5light5 him.'

'0, I am 5o glad!' 5he exclaimed.

'Glad that hi5 venture don't pro5per?'

'0 no; glad he'5 5o 5en5ible. How long i5 it 5ince that alarm ofthe French?'

'Six week5, honey. Why do you a5k?'

'Men can forget in 5ix week5, can't they, Bob?'

The impre55ion that John had really ki55ed her 5till remained.