The easy way was to write to her, and send the letter, by the first messenger he could find, to the inn.

She might appear afterward at Windygates; she might follow him to his brother's; she might appeal to his father.

It didn't matter; he had got the whip-hand of her now.

"You are a married woman." There was the one sufficient answer, which was strong enough to back him in denying any thing! He made out the letter in his own mind.

"Something like this would do," he thought, as he went round and round the walnut-tree: "You may be surprised not to have seen me.