Halcyone's face fell into a brown study and the Professor watching her
mused to himself.

"John Derringham will find her in the way. She is not woman enough yet
to attract his eye; he will only perceive she is a rather plain
child--and she will certainly see the other side of his head."

As Halcyone walked back to La Sarthe Chase for her early dinner, she
mused also:

"I must not feel this dislike towards Cheiron's other pupil. After all,
Jason could not have the master alone--and if I do feel it then he will
be able to harm me, should he dislike me, too--but if I try to like him,
then he will be powerless, and when he has gone he will not have left
any mark."

Mr. Carlyon felt a perceptible glow of interest as he waited at five
o'clock that day upon the dilapidated stone bench in the archway where
old William kept his garden tools, and while the subdued light gave him
very little chance of studying minutely the walls, the general aspect
certainly presented no hint of any door. However, he had not to wait or
speculate long, for, with hardly a creak, two stones seemed to turn upon
a pivot, and Halcyone came forth from the aperture bending her head.

"After all, I do not think you had better come in with me," she said.
"It is low like this for ten yards; it will make your back ache--so I
have brought her. If you will hold her, I will run out and see if all is
safe; and then we can carry her to the summer house and take off her
scarf."