Well! Here was something to tell auntie! Her mind was busy at
once, going over all the things which he had said to her and she
had said to him--quiet-like. "Directly I saw him I said to
myself--" Why, you could have knocked her over with a feather.
Feathers, indeed, were a perpetual menace to Audrey.

However, the immediate business was to find the master. She
walked across the hall to the library, glanced in, came back a
little uncertainly, and stood in front of Cayley.

"If you please, sir," she said in a low, respectful voice, "can
you tell me where the master is? It's Mr. Robert called."

"What?" said Cayley, looking up from his book. "Who?"

Audrey repeated her question.

"I don't know. Isn't he in the office? He went up to the Temple
after lunch. I don't think I've seen him since."

"Thank you, sir. I will go up to the Temple."

Cayley returned to his book.

The "Temple" was a brick summer-house, in the gardens at the back
of the house, about three hundred yards away. Here Mark
meditated sometimes before retiring to the "office" to put his
thoughts upon paper. The thoughts were not of any great value;
moreover, they were given off at the dinner-table more often than
they got on to paper, and got on to paper more often than they