"Where is Mrs. Parish?" demanded Colonel Bristo, the moment his daughter reached the gate. In spite of a gallant effort to be calm before Alice, his voice quivered. "The walk was too much for her." The girl's face was flushed, and her tones faint. "She said she couldn't walk back were it ever so. She spoke to Mrs. Commyns-who was called here, you know-and went to the Rectory. She wants us to send the pony-trap if--" "Where is Mr. Miles?" Alice's father interrupted her. "He is following." She passed quickly by them into the house. Her face was full of trouble. Traces of tears were visible under her eyes. They heard her hurrying upstairs. Neither of them spoke a word. d**k had his back turned; he was watching the road. The figure of Miles appeared on the nearest knoll. He walked slowly

