card in your letter," he said. "There is no necessity for my troubling
you additionally with a message. My name will be quite sufficient to
recall a little family matter to Mrs. Vanstone, which has no doubt
escaped her memory. Accept my best thanks. This has been a day
of agreeable surprises to me. I have found the country hereabouts
remarkably pretty; I have seen Mrs. Vanstone's two charming daughters;
I have become acquainted with an honored preceptress in Mr. Vanstone's
family. I congratulate myself--I apologize for occupying your valuable
time--I beg my renewed acknowledgments--I wish you good-morning."

He raised his tall hat. His brown eye twinkled, his green eye twinkled,
his curly lips smiled sweetly. In a moment he turned on his heel. His
youthful back appeared to the best advantage; his active little legs
took him away trippingly in the direction of the village. One, two,
three--and he reached the turn in the road. Four, five, six--and he was
gone.

Miss Garth looked down at the card in her hand, and looked up again
in blank astonishment. The name and address of the clerical-looking
stranger (both written in pencil) ran as follows:

_Captain Wragge. Post-office, Bristol._



CHAPTER III.

WHEN she returned to the house, Miss Garth made no attempt to conceal
her unfavorable opinion of the stranger in black. His object was, no
doubt, to obtain pecuniary assistance from Mrs. Vanstone. What the