CHAPTER XI.
"I THOUGHT YOU HAD ALL FORGOTTEN." As, after a singular half hour spent among the bracken under the trees, they began their return to the house, Bettina felt that her sense of adventure had altered its character.

She was still in the midst of a remarkable sort of exploit, which might end anywhere or in anything, but it had become at once more prosaic in detail and more intense in its significance.

What its significance might prove likely to be when she faced it, she had not known, it is true.

But this was different from--from anything.

As they walked up the sun-dappled avenue she kept glancing aside at Rosy, and endeavouring to draw useful conclusions.