At this little house I can go out and come in just as I please, have my meals at any time of the day or night, and am as well cared for as at my own abode in London.

On this occasion the old lady of the house greeted me with flattering enthusiasm.

She had received my telegram, she said, and my usual room awaited me.

I accordingly ascended to it in order to dress myself for the dinner of the evening, and as I did so, thought of the pretty bedroom I had seen on the previous day, which naturally led me to think of the owner of the house, at that moment my employer.

In my mind's eye I could see her just as she had stood on that old stone bridge at Bishopstowe, with the sunset behind her and the church bells sounding across the meadows, calling the villagers to evensong.