IwentdowntherewithJackRedhill，andweseparatedatthestation。Ihungaroundinthefog。IevensawyoupasswithSibylinthedogcart，butyoudidn’tseeme。Iknewtheplace，andjustwheretohidewhereIcouldhavethechanceofseeinghimalone。
Butitwasabeastlyjobwaitingthere。Ifeltlikead——dthiefinsteadofamanwhowassimplyvisitinghisown。Yet，youmayn’tbelieveme，lad，butIhatedtheplaceandallitmeantmorethanever。Then，byandby，Iheardhimcoming。Ihadarrangeditallwithmyselftogetintotheyewhedge，andstepoutashecametothegardenentrance，andassoonasherecognizedmetogethimroundtheterraceintothesummerhouse，wherewecouldspeakwithoutdanger。
Iheardthegroomdriveawaytothestablewiththecart，and，sureenough，inaminutehecamelurchingalongtowardthegardendoor。
Hewasmightyunsteadyonhispins，andIreckonhewasmorethanhalffull，whichwasabadlookoutforourconfab。ButI
calculatedthatthesightofme，whenIslippedout，wouldsoberhim。And，by——，itdid！Forhiseyesbulgedoutofhisheadandgotfixedthere；hisjawdropped；hetriedtostrikeatmewithahuntingcrophewascarrying，andthenheutteredanungodlyyellyoumighthaveheardatthestation，anddroppeddowninhistracks。Ihadjusttimetoslipbackintothehedgeagainbeforethegroomcamedrivingback，andthenallhandswerepiped，andtheytookhimintothehouse。