triumphant smile playing about his lips.

He had carried his point. The cluster of blossoms
which had rested upon Lucy's bosom was pinned
to the lapel of his coat.




CHAPTER III



LITTLE TOD FOGARTY


With the warmth of Jane's parting grasp lingering
in his own Doctor John untied the mare, sprang
into his gig, and was soon clear of the village and
speeding along the causeway that stretched across
the salt marshes leading past his own home to the
inner beach beyond. As he drove slowly through his
own gate, so as to make as little noise as possible,
the cottage, blanketed under its clinging vines,
seemed in the soft light of the low-lying moon to be
fast asleep. Only one eye was open; this was the
window of his office, through which streamed the
glow of a lamp, its light falling on the gravel path
and lilac bushes beyond.