"Then you're just down here for your holidays, I suppose?" Alan put
in, leaning forward.

"Yes, just down here for my holidays. I've lodgings on the
Holmwood, in such a dear old thatched cottage; roses peep in at the
porch, and birds sing on the bushes. After a term in London, it's
a delicious change for one."

"But are you alone?" Alan interposed again, still half hesitating.

Herminia smiled once more; his surprise amused her. "Yes, quite
alone," she answered. "But if you seem so astonished at that, I
shall believe you and Mrs. Dewsbury have been trying to take me in,
and that you're not really with us. Why shouldn't a woman come
down alone to pretty lodgings in the country?"

"Why not, indeed?" Alan echoed in turn. "It's not at all that I
disapprove, Miss Barton; on the contrary, I admire it; it's only
that one's surprised to find a woman, or for the matter of that
anybody, acting up to his or her convictions. That's what I've
always felt; 'tis the Nemesis of reason; if people begin by
thinking rationally, the danger is that they may end by acting
rationally also."

Herminia laughed. "I'm afraid," she answered, "I've already
reached that pass. You'll never find me hesitate to do anything on
earth, once I'm convinced it's right, merely because other people
think differently on the subject."

Alan looked at her and mused. She was tall and stately, but her