"I haven't the faintest idea," replied Diana. "I actually never
inquired to whom I was indebted for my life and the various other
trifles which he rescued for me from the wreck of our compartment. The
only clue I have is the handkerchief he bound round my arm. It's very
bluggy and it's marked M.E."

"M.E.," repeated the Rector. "Well, there must be plenty of M.E.'s in
the world. Did he get out at Craiford?"

"He didn't," said Diana. "No; at present he is 'wropt in mist'ry,' but
I feel sure we shall run up against each other again. I told him so."

"Did you, indeed?" Stair laughed. "And was he pleased at the prospect?"

"Well, frankly, Pobs, I can't say he seemed enraptured. On the
contrary, he appeared to regard it in the light of a highly improbable
and quite undesirable contingency."

"He must be lacking in appreciation," murmured Stair mockingly,
pinching her cheek as he passed her on his way to select a pipe from
the array that adorned the chimney-piece.

"Are you going 'parishing' this morning?" inquired Diana, as she
watched him fill and light his pipe.

"Yes, I promised to visit Susan Gurney--she's laid up with rheumatism,
poor old soul."

"Then I'll drive you, shall I? I suppose you've still got Tommy and