As he stepped along through the summer twilight, and saw the silver moon which hung above him, his thoughts flew back to the first evening of his acquaintance with her.

Ah! how long ago it seemed, and yet how everything pertaining to that evening seemed to repeat itself.

There were the strains of the militia band throbbing on the quiet evening air, just as they did on that eventful evening; and there was even a grey female figure hurrying before him as before, and Cardo smiled bitterly as he thought how different everything was, in spite of the curious "harking back" of all the small circumstances.

Awaking from a reverie, he missed the grey figure; but forgetting her at once, and again absorbed in thought, he had passed the hollow in the bank, when a soft voice followed him on the breeze.
"Cardo!" Instantly he turned, and standing still as a statue, watched with eagerness a grey form which seemed to rise from the hedge.

He heard his own heart beat loudly, and in the still night air he heard the sough of the sea, and the harsh call of the corncrake.