in　the　way　of　our　recovering　the　lost　trace。　But　they　have
  promised　to　do　their　best；　and　we　have　decided　on　the　course　to
  be　taken；　excepting　one　point　on　which　we　totally　differ。　I　must
  tell　you　what　this　difference　is；　for；　while　business　keeps　me
  away　from　Thorpe　Ambrose；　you　are　the　only　person　whom　I　can
  trust　to　put　my　convictions　to　the　test。
  〃The　lawyers　are　of　opinion；　then；　that　the　woman　has　been　aware
  from　the　first　that　I　was　watching　her；　that　there　is；
  consequently；　no　present　hope　of　her　being　rash　enough　to　appear
  personally　at　Thorpe　Ambrose；　that　any　mischief　she　may　have　it
  in　contemplation　to　do　will　be　done　in　the　first　instance　by
  deputy；　and　that　the　only　wise　course　for　Allan's　friends　and
  guardians　to　take　is　to　wait　passively　till　events　enlighten
  them。　My　own　idea　is　diametrically　opposed　to　this。　After　what
  has　happened　at　the　railway；　I　cannot　deny　that　the　woman　must
  have　discovered　that　I　was　watching　her。　But　she　has　no　reason　to
  suppose　that　she　has　not　succeeded　in　deceiving　me；　and　I　firmly
  believe　she　is　bold　enough　to　take　us　by　surprise；　and　to　win　or
  force　her　way　into　Allan's　confidence　before　we　are　prepared　to
  prevent　her。
  〃You　and　you　only　（while　I　am　detained　in　London）　can　decide
  whether　I　am　right　or　wrongand　you　can　do　it　in　this　way。
  Ascertain　at　once　whether　any　woman　who　is　a　stranger　in　the
  neighborhood　has　appeared　since　Monday　last　at　or　near　Thorpe
  Ambrose。　If　any　such　person　has　been　observed　（and　nobody　escapes
  observation　in　the　country）；　take　the　first　opportunity　you　can
  get　of　seeing　her；　and　ask　yourself　if　her　face　does　or　does　not
  answer　certain　plain　questions　which　I　am　now　about　to　write　down
  for　you。　You　may　depend　on　my　accuracy。　I　saw　the　woman　unveiled
  on　more　than　one　occasion；　and　the　last　time　through　an　excellent
  glass。
  〃1。　Is　her　hair　light　brown；　and　（apparently）　not　very　plentiful？
  2。　Is　her　forehead　high；　narrow；　and　sloping　backward　from　the
  brow？　3。　Are　her　eyebrows　very　faintly　marked；　and　are　her　eyes
  small；　and　nearer　dark　than　lighteither　gray　or　hazel　（I　have
  not　seen　her　close　enough　to　he　certain　which）？　4。　Is　her　nose
  aquiline？　5　Are　her　lips　thin；　and　is　the　upper　lip　long？　6。　Does
  her　complexion　look　like　an　originally　fair　complexion；　which　has
  deteriorated　into　a　dull；　sickly　paleness？　7　（and　lastly）。　Has
  she　a　retreating　chin；　and　is　there　on　the　left　side　of　it　a　mark
  of　some　k　inda　mole　or　a　scar；　I　can't　say　which？
  〃I　add　nothing　about　her　expression；　for　you　may　see　her　under
  circumstances　which　may　partially　alter　it　as　seen　by　me。　Test
  her　by　her　features；　which　no　circumstances　can　change。　If　there
  is　a　stranger　in　the　neighborhood；　and　if　her　face　answers　my
  seven　questions；　_you　have　found　the　woman！_　Go　instantly；　in
  that　case；　to　the　nearest　lawyer；　and　pledge　my　name　and　credit
  for　whatever　expenses　may　be　incurred　in　keeping　her　under
  inspection　night　and　day。　Having　done　this；　take　the　speediest
  means　of　communicating　with　me；　and　whether　my　business　is
  finished　or　not；　I　will　start　for　Norfolk　by　the　first　train。
  〃Always　your　friend；　DECIMUS　BROCK。〃
  Hardened　by　the　fatalist　conviction　that　now　possessed　him；
  Midwinter　read　the　rector's　confession　of　defeat；　from　the　first
  line　to　the　last；　without　the　slightest　betrayal　either　of
  interest　or　surprise。　The　one　part　of　the　letter　at　which　he
  looked　back　was　the　closing　part　of　it。　〃I　owe　much　to　Mr。
  Brock's　kindness；〃　he　thought；　〃and　I　shall　never　see　Mr。　Brock
  again。　It　is　useless　and　hopeless；　but　he　asks　me　to　do　it；　and
  it　shall　be　done。　A　moment's　look　at　her　will　be　enougha
  moment's　look　at　her　with　his　letter　in　my　handand　a　line　to
  tell　him　that　the　woman　is　here！〃
  Again　he　stood　hesitating　at　the　half…opened　door；　again　the
  cruel　necessity　of　writing　his　farewell　to　Allan　stopped　him；　and
  stared　him　in　the　face。
  He　looked　aside　doubtingly　at　the　rector's　letter。　〃I　will　write
  the　two　together；〃　he　said。　〃One　may　help　the　other。〃　His　face
  flushed　deep　as　the　words　escaped　him。　He　was　conscious　of　doing
  what　he　had　not　done　yetof　voluntarily　putting　off　the　evil
  hour；　of　making　Mr。　Brock　the　pretext　for　gaining　the　last
  respite　left；　the　respite　of　time。
  The　only　sound　that　reached　him　through　the　open　door　was　the
  sound　of　Allan　stirring　noisily　in　the　next　room。　He　stepped　at
  once　into　the　empty　corridor；　and　meeting　no　one　on　the　stairs；
  made　his　way　out　of　the　house。　The　dread　that　his　resolution　to
  leave　Allan　might　fail　him　if　he　saw　Allan　again　was　as　vividly
  present　to　his　mind　in　the　morning　as　it　had　been　all　through　the
  night。　He　drew　a　deep　breath　of　relief　as　he　descended　the　house
  stepsrelief　at　having　escaped　the　friendly　greeting　of　the
  morning；　from　the　one　human　creature　whom　he　loved！
  He　entered　the　shrubbery　with　Mr。　Brock's　letter　in　his　hand；　and
  took　the　nearest　way　that　led　to　the　major's　cottage。　Not　the
  slightest　recollection　was　in　his　mind　of　the　talk　which　had
  found　its　way　to　his　ears　during　the　night。　His　one　reason　for
  determining　to　see　the　woman　was　the　reason　which　the　rector　had
  put　in　his　mind。　The　one　remembrance　that　now　guided　him　to　the
  place　in　which　she　lived　was　the　remembrance　of　Allan's
  exclamation　when　he　first　identified　the　governess　with　the
  figure　at　the　pool。
  Arrived　at　the　gate　of　the　cottage；　he　stopped。　The　thought
  struck　him　that　he　might　defeat　his　own　object　if　he　looked　at
  the　rector's　questions　in　the　woman's　presence。　Her　suspicions
  would　be　probably　roused；　in　the　first　instance；　by　his　asking　to
  see　her　（as　he　had　determined　to　ask；　with　or　without　an　excuse）；
  and　the　appearance　of　the　letter　in　his　hand　might　confirm　them。
  She　might　defeat　him　by　instantly　leaving　the　room。　Determined　to
  fix　the　description　in　his　mind　first；　and　then　to　confront　her；
  he　opened　the　letter；　and；　turning　away　slowly　by　the　side　of　the
  house；　read　the　seven　questions　which　he　felt　absolutely　assured
  beforehand　the　woman's　face　would　answer。
  In　the　morning　quiet　of　the　park　slight　noises　traveled　far。　A
  slight　noise　disturbed　Midwinter　over　the　letter。
  He　looked　up　and　found　himself　on　the　brink　of　a　broad　grassy
  trench；　having　the　park　on　one　side　and　the　high　laurel　hedge　of
  an　inclosure　on　the　other。　The　inclosure　evidently　surrounded　the
  back　garden　of　the　cottage；　and　the　trench　was　intended　to
  protect　it　from　being　damaged　by　the　cattle　grazing　in　the　park。
  Listening　carefully　as　the　slight　sound　which　had　disturbed　him
  grew　fainter；　he　recognized　in　it　the　rustling　of　women's
  dresses。　A　few　paces　ahead；　the　trench　was　crossed　by　a　bridge
  （closed　by　a　wicket　gate）　which　connected　the　garden　with　the
  park。　He　passed　through　the　gate；　crossed　the　bridge；　and；
  opening　a　door　at　the　other　end；　found　himself　in　a　summer…house
  thickly　covered　with　creepers；　and　commanding　a　full　view　of　the
  garden　from　end　to　end。
  He　looked；　and　saw　the　figures　of　two　ladies　walking　slowly　away
  from　him　toward　the　cottage。　The　shorter　of　the　two　failed　to
  occupy　his　attention　for　an　instant；　he　never　stopped　to　think
  whether　she　was　or　was　not　the　major's　daughter。　His　eyes　were
  riveted　on　the　other　figurethe　figure　that　moved　over　the
  garden　walk　with　the　long；　lightly　falling　dress　and　the　easy；
  seductive　grace。　There；　presented　exactly　as　be　had　seen　her　once
  alreadythere；　with　her　back　again　turned　on　him；　was　the　Woman
  at　the　pool！
  There　was　a　chance　that　they　might　take　another　turn　in　the
  gardena　turn　back　toward　the　summer…house。　On　that　chance
  Midwinter　waited。　No　consciousness　of　the　intrusion　that　he　was
  committing　had　stopped　him　at　the　door　of　the　summer…house；　and
  no　consciousness　of　it　troubled　him　even　now。　Every　finer
  sensibility　in　his　nature；　sinking　under　the　cruel　laceration　of
  the　past　night；　had　ceased　to　feel。　The　dogged　resolution　to　do
  what　he　had　come　to　do　was　the　one　animating　influence　left　alive
  in　him。　He　acted；　he　even　looked；　as　the　most　stolid　man　living
  might　have　acted　and　looked　in　his　place。　He　was　self…possessed
  enough；　in　the　interval　of　expectation　before　governess　and　pupil
  reached　the　end　of　the　walk；　to　open　Mr。　Brock's　letter；　and　to
  fortify　his　memory　by　a　last　look　at　the　paragraph　which
  described　her　face。
  He　was　still　absorbed　over　the　description　when　he　heard　the
  smooth　rustle　of　the　dresses　traveling　toward　him　again。　Standing
  in　the　shadow　of　the　summer…house；　he　waited　while　she　lessened
  the　distance　between　them。　With　her　written　portrait　vividly
  impressed　on　his　mind；　and　with　the　clear　light　of　the　morning　to
  help　him；　his　eyes　questioned　her　as　she　came　on；　and　these　were
  the　answers　that　her　face　gave　him　back。
  The　hair　in　the　rector's　description　was　light　brown　and　not
  plentiful。　This　woman's　hair；　superbly　luxuriant　in　its　growth；
  was　of　the　one　unpardonably　remarkable　shade　of　color　which　the
  prejudice　of　the　Northern　nations　never　entirely　forgivesit　was
  _red！_　The　forehead　in　the　rector's　description　was　high；　narrow；
  and　sloping　backward　from　the　brow；　the　eyebrows　were　faintly
  marked；　and　the　eyes　small；　and　in　color　either　gray　or　hazel。
  This　woman's　forehead　was　low；　upright；　and　broad　toward