'She'll come to no good, poor lady,' said the hostess of the
inn. 'And they do say she's a perfect picture to look at.'
Arthur went to his room. He longed for the day to come. There
was no certain means of seeing Margaret. It was useless to go to
the park gates, since even the tradesmen were obliged to leave
their goods at the lodge; but it appeared that she walked alone,
morning and afternoon, and it might be possible to see her then. He
decided to climb into the park and wait till he came upon her in
some spot where they were not likely to be observed.
Next day the great heat of the last week was gone, and the
melancholy sky was dark with lowering clouds. Arthur inquired for
the road which led to Skene, and set out to walk the three miles
which separated him from it. The coun
