CHAPTER XI
A week passed, and Samuel did not see his divinity again. He lived upon the memory of their brief interview, and while he trimmed the hedges he was dreaming the most extravagant dreams of rescues and perilous escapes. For the first time he began to find that his work was tedious; it offered so few possibilities of romance! If only he had been her chauffeur, now! Or the guide who escorted her in her tramps aboutthe wilderness! Or the man who ran the wonderful motor-boat that was shaped like a knife blade!
Samuel continued to ponder, and was greatly worried lest the commonplace should ingulf him. So little he dreamed how near was a change!
Bertie Lockman had beenaway for a few days, visiting some friends, and he came back unexpectedly one afternoon. Samuel knew that he had not
