must know,' said Dick, turning to me, 'that Miss Felicia and John Emmet are sworn friends, and he owes me a mighty grudge for taking her away. He's been gardener here for fifteen—sixteen—how many years is it, John?'
"'Then,' said I, 'I suppose you were here before the wreck of the Nerbuddha, and knew Miss Felicia's parents?'
"The man gave a start, and his hat, which he had pulled off, and with the brim of which he was fumbling, slipped from his fingers and rolled on the turf.
"'Oh, yes, I forgot!' put in Dick. 'I ought to have told you that Mr. West here is the Rector of Lansulyan, and was at the time of the wreck."
"'Indeed, Sir!' John Emmet had recovered his hat, and confronted me with a face for which I spared a glance before bending my eyes on the daisies at my feet. 'I—I took service here some months after that event.'
"'Come, Padre'—these were the next words I heard—'if you wish to prod up all the daisies on Felicia's property, arise early to-morrow and begin. But if we're to dine at the Hall to-night it's time to be getting back to the inn and changing our clothes.'
"I looked up, and my eyes fell on the retreating back of John Emmet, already half-way towards the Italian garden.
"'Queer fellow, that—what's his name?—John Emmet,' said I late that night on our return
