(though, perhaps, if you knew all, you would think me something much
more dangerous, she added to herself.)

Then they said goodbye.

"I say, Miss Ogilvy," exclaimed Godfrey, blushing, "you've been
awfully kind to me. If it hadn't been for you I should have missed
that train and never heard the last of it. Also, I should have had to
go hungry from London here, since I promised my father not to buy
anything on the journey, and you know I forgot the basket." (By the
way, being addressed, it arrived three days afterwards, a mass of
corruption, with six francs to pay on it, and many papers to be
signed.)

"Not at all, Godfrey, it was delightful to have you as a companion--
and a friend," she added meaningly. "You will come and see me, won't
you?"

"Yes, of course, if I can. But meanwhile, please wait a minute," and
he pulled out his purse.

"What on earth are you going to do, Godfrey? I don't want your card."

"Card! I haven't got a card. I am going to make you a present."

"Make me a present?" gasped Miss Ogilvy, a vague vision of half-crowns
flashing before her mind.

"Yes, it is rather a curious thing. It was found round the neck-bone
of an old knight, whose remains they threw out of the Abbey Church