The glen opened out a little and Louis paused at the corner, standing still in shadow.
Twenty yards away Patsy was talking to a young man in a shabby grey suit, a broad blue bonnet set on his head, and they were conferring profoundly over a book which Patsy held in her hands. The young man in the shabby suit appeared to be instructing Patsy, or at least explaining a difficult passage, which he did with more zeal and gusto than Louis cared about.
He knew him in a moment, for of course the heir of Raincy knew everybody within thirty miles.
"Only Frank Airie, the Poor Scholar!" he said to himself, his jealousy melting like a summer cloud, "of course--what a fool I was. He's on his way home from teaching the Auchenmore brats. Though it is a miracle that he should happen to cross the glen at the same point exactly. Perhaps he had a spy-glass, too!"