might be looking for the post-office! It was like finding a
letter in a bottle, or disentangling a person from the Dark
Ages."

"I was at Neuchatel two months; but I had no adventures. I
lodged with a good Pasteur, who taught me geology and German."

"That is suspicious," said Kate. "Had he a daughter passing
fair?"

"Indeed he had."

"And you taught her English? That is what these beguiling
youths always do in novels."

"Yes."

"What was her name?"

"Lili."

"What a pretty name! How old was she?"

"She was six."

"O Philip!" cried Kate; "but I might have known it. Did she
love you very much?"

Hope looked up, her eyes full of mild reproach at the
possibility of doubting any child's love for Philip. He had