slowly　moving　through　the　shadow；　the　curves　of　her　arm　and　the
  delicacy　of　her　hand　that　held　the　bridle　rein；　the　gentle　glow　of
  her　softly　rounded　cheek；　the　sweet　mystery　of　her　veiled　eyes　and
  forehead；　and　the　escaping　gold　of　her　lovely　hair　beneath　her　hat
  were　all　in　turn　masterfully　touched　or　tenderly　suggested。　　And
  when　to　this　was　added　the　faint　perfume　of　her　nearer　presence
  the　scent　she　always　usedthe　delicate　revelations　of　her
  withdrawn　gauntlet；　the　bracelet　clasping　her　white　wrist；　and　at
  last　the　thrilling　contact　of　her　soft　hand　on　his　arm；she　put
  down　the　manuscript　and　blushed　like　a　very　girl。　　Then　she
  started。
  A　shout！HIS　voice　surely！and　the　sound　of　oars　in　their
  rowlocks。
  An　instant　revulsion　of　feeling　overtook　her。　　With　a　quick
  movement　she　instantly　hid　the　manuscript　beneath　her　cloak　and
  stood　up　erect　and　indignant。　　Not　twenty　yards　away；　apparently
  advancing　from　the　opposite　shore　of　the　bay；　was　a　boat。　　It
  contained　only　John　Milton；　resting　on　his　oars　and　scanning　the
  group　of　rocks　anxiously。　　His　face；　which　was　quite　strained　with
  anxiety；　suddenly　flushed　when　he　saw　her；　and　then　recognizing　the
  unmistakable　significance　of　her　look　and　attitude；　paled　once
  more。　　He　bent　over　his　oars　again；　a　few　strokes　brought　him　close
  to　the　rock。
  〃I　beg　your　pardon；〃　he　said　hesitatingly；　as　he　turned　towards　her
  and　laid　aside　his　oars；　〃butI　thoughtyou　werein　danger。〃
  She　glanced　quickly　round　her。　　She　had　forgotten　the　tide！　　The
  ledge　between　her　and　the　shore　was　already　a　foot　under　brown　sea…
  water。　　Yet　if　she　had　not　thought　that　it　would　look　ridiculous；
  she　would　have　leaped　down　even　then　and　waded　ashore。
  〃It's　nothing；〃　she　said　coldly；　with　the　air　of　one　to　whom　the
  situation　was　an　everyday　occurrence；　〃it's　only　a　few　steps　and　a
  slight　wettingand　my　brother　would　have　been　here　in　a　moment
  more。〃
  John　Milton's　frank　eyes　made　no　secret　of　his　mortification。　　〃I
  ought　not　to　have　disturbed　you；　I　know；〃　he　said　quickly；　〃I　had
  no　right。　　But　I　was　on　the　other　shore　opposite　and　I　saw　you　come
  down　herethat　is〃he　blushed　prodigiously〃I　thought　it　MIGHT
  BE　youand　I　venturedI　meanwon't　you　let　me　row　you　ashore？〃
  There　seemed　to　be　no　reasonable　excuse　for　refusing。　　She　slipped
  quickly　into　the　boat　without　waiting　for　his　helping　hand；
  avoiding　that　contact　which　only　a　moment　ago　she　was　trying　to
  recall。
  A　few　strokes　brought　them　ashore。　　He　continued　his　explanation
  with　the　hopeless　frankness　and　persistency　of　youth　and
  inexperience。　　〃I　only　came　here　the　day　before　yesterday。　　I　would
  not　have　come；　but　Mr。　Fletcher；　who　has　a　cottage　on　the　other
  shore；　sent　for　me　to　offer　me　my　old　place　on　the　'Clarion。'　　I
  had　no　idea　of　intruding　upon　your　privacy　by　calling　here　without
  permission。〃
  Mrs。　Ashwood　had　resumed　her　conventional　courtesy　without　however
  losing　her　feminine　desire　to　make　her　companion　pay　for　the
  agitation　he　had　caused　her。　　〃We　would　have　been　always　pleased　to
  see　you；〃　she　said　vaguely；　〃and　I　hope；　as　you　are　here　now；　you
  will　come　with　me　to　the　hotel。　　My　brother〃
  But　he　still　retained　his　hold　of　the　boat…rope　without　moving；　and
  continued；　〃I　saw　you　yesterday；　through　the　telescope；　sitting　in
  your　balcony；　and　later　at　night　I　think　it　was　your　shadow　I　saw
  near　the　blue　shaded　lamp　in　the　sitting…room　by　the　window；I
  don't　mean　the　RED　LAMP　that　you　have　in　your　own　room。　　I　watched
  you　until　you　put　out　the　blue　lamp　and　lit　the　red　one。　　I　tell
  you　thisbecausebecauseI　thought　you　might　be　reading　a
  manuscript　I　sent　you。　　At　least；〃　he　smiled　faintly；　〃I　LIKED　to
  think　it　so。〃
  In　her　present　mood　this　struck　her　only　as　persistent　and　somewhat
  egotistical。　　But　she　felt　herself　now　on　ground　where　she　could
  deal　firmly　with　him。
  〃Oh；　yes；〃　she　said　gravely。　　〃I　got　it　and　thank　you　very　much　for
  it。　　I　intended　to　write　to　you。〃
  〃Don't；〃　he　said；　looking　at　her　fixedly。　　〃I　can　see　you　don't
  like　it。〃
  〃On　the　contrary；〃　she　said　promptly；　〃I　think　it　beautifully
  written；　and　very　ingenious　in　plot　and　situation。　　Of　course　it
  isn't　the　story　I　told　youI　didn't　expect　that；　for　I'm　not　a
  genius。　　The　man　is　not　at　all　like　my　cousin；　you　know；　and　the
  womanwell　really；　to　tell　the　truth；　SHE　is　simply　inconceivable！〃
  〃You　think　so？〃　he　said　gravely。　　He　had　been　gazing　abstractedly
  at　some　shining　brown　seaweed　in　the　water；　and　when　he　raised　his
  eyes　to　hers　they　seemed　to　have　caught　its　color。
  〃Think　so？　　I'm　positive！　　There's　no　such　a　woman；　she　isn't
  HUMAN。　　But　let　us　walk　to　the　hotel。〃
  〃Thank　you；　but　I　must　go　back　now。〃
  〃But　at　least　let　my　brother　thank　you　for　taking　his　placein
  rescuing　me。　　It　was　so　thoughtful　in　you　to　put　off　at　once　when
  you　saw　I　was　surrounded。　　I　might　have　been　in　great　danger。〃
  〃Please　don't　make　fun　of　me；　Mrs。　Ashwood；〃　he　said　with　a　faint
  return　of　his　boyish　smile。　　〃You　know　there　was　no　danger。　　I　have
  only　interrupted　you　in　a　nap　or　a　reverieand　I　can　see　now　that
  you　evidently　came　here　to　be　alone。〃
  Holding　the　manuscript　more　closely　hidden　under　the　folds　of　her
  cloak；　she　smiled　enigmatically。　　〃I　think　I　DID；　and　it　seems　that
  the　tide　thought　so　too；　and　acted　upon　it。　　But　you　will　come　up
  to　the　hotel　with　me；　surely？〃
  〃No；　I　am　going　back　now。〃　　There　was　a　sudden　firmness　about　the
  young　fellow　which　she　had　never　before　noticed。　　This　was
  evidently　the　creature　who　had　married　in　spite　of　his　family。
  〃Won't　you　come　back　long　enough　to　take　your　manuscript？　　I　will
  point　out　the　part　I　refer　to；　andwe　will　talk　it　over。〃
  〃There　is　no　necessity。　　I　wrote　to　you　that　you　might　keep　it；　it
  is　yours；　it　was　written　for　you　and　none　other。　　It　is　quite
  enough　for　me　to　know　that　you　were　good　enough　to　read　it。　　But
  will　you　do　one　thing　more　for　me？　　Read　it　again！　　If　you　find
  anything　in　it　the　second　time　to　change　your　viewsif　you　find〃
  〃I　will　let　you　know；〃　she　said　quickly。　　〃I　will　write　to　you　as　I
  intended。〃
  〃No；　I　didn't　mean　that。　　I　meant　that　if　you　found　the　woman　less
  inconceivable　and　more　human；　don't　write　to　me；　but　put　your　red
  lamp　in　your　window　instead　of　the　blue　one。　　I　will　watch　for　it
  and　see　it。〃
  〃I　think　I　will　be　able　to　explain　myself　much　better　with　simple
  pen　and　ink；〃　she　said　dryly；　〃　and　it　will　be　much　more　useful　to
  you。〃
  He　lifted　his　hat　gravely；　shoved　off　the　boat；　leaped　into　it；　and
  before　she　could　hold　out　her　hand　was　twenty　feet　away。　　She
  turned　and　ran　quickly　up　the　rocks。　　When　she　reached　the　hotel；
  she　could　see　the　boat　already　half　across　the　bay。
  Entering　her　sitting…room　she　found　that　her　brother；　tired　of
  waiting　for　her；　had　driven　out。　　Taking　the　hidden　manuscript　from
  her　cloak　she　tossed　it　with　a　slight　gesture　of　impatience　on　the
  table。　　Then　she　summoned　the　landlord。
  〃Is　there　a　town　across　the　bay？〃
  〃No！　the　whole　mountain…side　belongs　to　Don　Diego　Fletcher。　　He
  lives　away　back　in　the　coast　range　at　Los　Gatos；　but　he　has　a
  cottage　and　mill　on　the　beach。〃
  〃Don　Diego　FletcherFletcher！　　Is　he　a　Spaniard　then？〃
  〃Half　and　half；　I　reckon；　he's　from　the　lower　country；　I　believe。〃
  〃Is　he　here　often？〃
  〃Not　much；　he　has　mills　at　Los　Gatos；　wheat　ranches　at　Santa　Clara；
  and　owns　a　newspaper　in　'Frisco！　　But　he's　here　now。　　There　were
  lights　in　his　house　last　night；　and　his　cutter　lies　off　the　point。〃
  〃Could　you　get　a　small　package　and　note　to　him？〃
  〃Certainly；　it　is　only　a　row　across　the　bay。〃
  〃Thank　you。〃
  Without　removing　her　hat　and　cloak　she　sat　down　at　the　table　and
  began　a　letter　to　Don　Diego　Fletcher。　　She　begged　to　inclose　to　him
  a　manuscript　which　she　was　satisfied；　for　the　interests　of　its
  author；　was　better　in　his　hands　than　hers。　　It　had　been　given　to
  her　by　the　author；　Mr。　J。　M。　Harcourt；　whom　she　understood　was
  engaged　on　Mr。　Fletcher's　paper；　the　〃Clarion。〃　　In　fact；　it　had
  been　written　at　HER　suggestion；　and　from　an　incident　in　real　life
  of　which　she　was　cognizant。　　She　was　sorry　to　say　that　on　account
  of　some　very　foolish　criticism　of　her　own　as　to　the　FACTS；　the
  talented　young　author　had　become　so　dissatisfied　with　it　as　to　make
  it　possible　that；　if　left　to　himself；　this　very　charming　and
  beautifully　written　story　would　remain　unpublished。　　As　an　admirer
  of　Mr。　Harcourt's　genius；　and　a　friend　of　his　family；　she　felt　that
  such　an　event　would　be　deplorable；　and　she　therefore　begged　to
  leave　it　to　Mr。　Fletcher's　delicacy　and　tact　to　arrange　with　the
  author　for　its　publication。　　She　knew　that　Mr。　Fletcher　had　only　to
  read　it　to　be　convinced　of　its　remarkable　literary　merit；　and　she
  again　would　impress　upon　him　the　fact　that　her　playful　and
  thoughtless　criticismwhich　was　personal　and　confidentialwas
  only　based