aces. So, having whistled and called in vain, she crossed the stile and looked down the road towards Iddingfield.
There was the tiresome beast, if you please, a hundred yards away, gambolling clumsily round the legs of a man walking towards her.
Her second whistle brought the animal to a sense of duty, and he trotted towards her, with many pauses to look back reluctantly at his new friend.
She caught the dog's collar with the crook of her stick, and bent down, slapping his muzzle in mild reproof.
As the stranger passed, his glance was downward, for the dog, rather than the woman. As she stood erect, she saw him standing with his back towards her, in the middle of the road, with face turned to the stile she had just crossed.
Then he swung round, raising his hat as he approached her.
"Please tell me if that path leads to the Manor House," he said.
Amaryllis saw a tall, well-made figure, a face clean-shaven and deeply sun-burnt, and under the lifted hat caught a g