The Le Geyts lived in one of those new streets of large houses on Campden Hill, so that our way eastward lay naturally through Kensington Gardens.
It was a sunny June day, when light pierced even through the smoke of London, and the shrubberies breathed the breath of white lilacs.

"Now, what did you mean by that enigmatical saying ?" I asked my new Cassandra, as we strolled down the scent-laden path.

"Woman's intuition is all very well in its way; but a mere man may be excused if he asks for evidence." She stopped short as I spoke, and gazed full into my eyes.

Her hand fingered her parasol handle.

"I meant what I said," she answered, with emphasis.