They　were　Pasiance　and　Mrs。　Hopgood；　and　so　charming　was　the　smell　of
  eggs　and　bacon；　and　they　had　such　an　air　of　tender　enjoyment　of　this
  dark　revel；　that　I　stifled　many　pangs；　as　I　crept　hungry　up　to　bed。
  In　the　middle　of　the　night　I　woke　and　heard　what　I　thought　was
  screaming；　then　it　sounded　like　wind　in　trees；　then　like　the　distant
  shaking　of　a　tambourine；　with　the　high　singing　of　a　human　voice。
  Suddenly　it　stoppedtwo　long　notes　came　wailing　out　like　sobsthen
  utter　stillness；　and　though　I　listened　for　an　hour　or　more　there　was
  no　other　sound　。。。。
  IV
  〃4th　August　。
  。。。。。。For　three　days　after　I　wrote　last；　nothing　at　all　happened
  here。　　I　spent　the　mornings　on　the　cliff　reading；　and　watching　the
  sun…sparks　raining　on　the　sea。　　It's　grand　up　there　with　the　gorse
  all　round；　the　gulls　basking　on　the　rocks；　the　partridges　calling　in
  the　corn；　and　now　and　then　a　young　hawk　overhead。　　The　afternoons　I
  spent　out　in　the　orchard。　　The　usual　routine　goes　on　at　the　farm　all
  the　timecow…milking；　bread…baking；　John　Ford　riding　in　and　out；
  Pasiance　in　her　garden　stripping　lavender；　talking　to　the　farm　hands；
  and　the　smell　of　clover；　and　cows　and　hay；　the　sound　of　hens　and　pigs
  and　pigeons；　the　soft　drawl　of　voices；　the　dull　thud　of　the　farm
  carts；　and　day　by　day　the　apples　getting　redder。　　Then；　last　Monday；
  Pasiance　was　away　from　sunrise　till　sunsetnobody　saw　her　gonobody
  knew　where　she　had　gone。　　It　was　a　wonderful；　strange　day；　a　sky　of
  silver…grey　and　blue；　with　a　drift　of　wind…clouds；　all　the　trees
  sighing　a　little；　the　sea　heaving　in　a　long；　low　swell；　the　animals
  restless；　the　birds　silent；　except　the　gulls　with　their　old　man's
  laughter　and　kitten's　mewing。
  A　something　wild　was　in　the　air；　it　seemed　to　sweep　across　the　downs
  and　combe；　into　the　very　house；　like　a　passionate　tune　that　comes
  drifting　to　your　ears　when　you're　sleepy。　　But　who　would　have　thought
  the　absence　of　that　girl　for　a　few　hours　could　have　wrought　such
  havoc！　　We　were　like　uneasy　spirits；　Mrs。　Hopgood's　apple　cheeks
  seemed　positively　to　wither　before　one's　eyes。　　I　came　across　a
  dairymaid　and　farm　hand　discussing　it　stolidly　with　very　downcast
  faces。　　Even　Hopgood；　a　hard…bitten　fellow　with　immense　shoulders；
  forgot　his　imperturbability　so　far　as　to　harness　his　horse；　and
  depart　on　what　he　assured　me　was　〃just　a　wild…guse　chaace。〃　　It　was
  long　before　John　Ford　gave　signs　of　noticing　that　anything　was　wrong；
  but　late　in　the　afternoon　I　found　him　sitting　with　his　hands　on　his
  knees；　staring　straight　before　him。　　He　rose　heavily　when　he　saw　me；
  and　stalked　out。　　In　the　evening；　as　I　was　starting　for　the
  coastguard　station　to　ask　for　help　to　search　the　cliff；　Pasiance
  appeared；　walking　as　if　she　could　hardly　drag　one　leg　after　the
  other。　　Her　cheeks　were　crimson；　she　was　biting　her　lips　to　keep
  tears　of　sheer　fatigue　out　of　her　eyes。　　She　passed　me　in　the　doorway
  without　a　word。　　The　anxiety　he　had　gone　through　seemed　to　forbid　the
  old　man　from　speaking。　　He　just　came　forward；　took　her　face　in　his
  hands；　gave　it　a　great　kiss；　and　walked　away。　　Pasiance　dropped　on
  the　floor　in　the　dark　passage；　and　buried　her　face　on　her　arms。
  〃Leave　me　alone！〃　was　all　she　would　say。　　After　a　bit　she　dragged
  herself　upstairs。　　Presently　Mrs。　Hopgood　came　to　me。
  〃Not　a　word　out　of　heran'　not　a　bite　will　she　ate；　an'　I　had　a　pie
  all　readyscrumptious。　　The　good　Lord　knows　the　truthshe　asked　for
  brandy；　have　you　any　brandy；　sir？　　Ha…apgood'e　don't　drink　it；　an'
  Mister　Ford　'e　don't　allaow　for　anything　but　caowslip　wine。〃
  I　had　whisky。
  The　good　soul　seized　the　flask；　and　went　off　hugging　it。　　She
  returned　it　to　me　half　empty。
  〃Lapped　it　like　a　kitten　laps　milk。　　I　misdaoubt　it's　straong；　poor
  lamb；　it　lusened　'er　tongue　praaperly。　　'I've　a…done　it；'　she　says　to
  me；　'Mums…I've　a…done　it；'　an'　she　laughed　like　a　mad　thing；　and
  then；　sir；　she　cried；　an'　kissed　me；　an'　pusshed　me　thru　the　door。
  Gude　Lard！　What　is　't　she's　a…done。。。？〃
  It　rained　all　the　next　day　and　the　day　after。　　About　five　o'clock
  yesterday　the　rain　ceased；　I　started　off　to　Kingswear　on　Hopgood's
  nag　to　see　Dan　Treffry。　　Every　tree；　bramble；　and　fern　in　the　lanes
  was　dripping　water；　and　every　bird　singing　from　the　bottom　of　his
  heart。　　I　thought　of　Pasiance　all　the　time。　　Her　absence　that　day　was
  still　a　mystery；　one　never　ceased　asking　oneself　what　she　had　done。
  There　are　people　who　never　grow　upthey　have　no　right　to　do　things。
  Actions　have　consequencesand　children　have　no　business　with
  consequences。
  Dan　was　out。　　I　had　supper　at　the　hotel；　and　rode　slowly　home。　　In
  the　twilight　stretches　of　the　road；　where　I　could　touch　either　bank
  of　the　lane　with　my　whip；　I　thought　of　nothing　but　Pasiance　and　her
  grandfather；　there　was　something　in　the　half　light　suited　to　wonder
  and　uncertainty。　　It　had　fallen　dark　before　I　rode　into　the　straw…
  yard。　　Two　young　bullocks　snuffled　at　me；　a　sleepy　hen　got　up　and　ran
  off　with　a　tremendous　shrieking。　　I　stabled　the　horse；　and　walked
  round　to　the　back。　　It　was　pitch　black　under　the　apple…trees；　and　the
  windows　were　all　darkened。　　I　stood　there　a　little；　everything
  smelled　so　delicious　after　the　rain；　suddenly　I　had　the　uncomfortable
  feeling　that　I　was　being　watched。　　Have　you　ever　felt　like　that　on　a
  dark　night？　　I　called　out　at　last：　〃Is　any　one　there？〃　　Not　a　sound！
  I　walked　to　the　gate…nothing！　　The　trees　still　dripped　with　tiny；
  soft；　hissing　sounds；　but　that　was　all。　　I　slipped　round　to　the
  front；　went　in；　barricaded　the　door；　and　groped　up　to　bed。　　But　I
  couldn't　sleep。　　I　lay　awake　a　long　while；　dozed　at　last；　and　woke
  with　a　jump。　　A　stealthy　murmur　of　smothered　voices　was　going　on
  quite　close　somewhere。　　It　stopped。　　A　minute　passed；　suddenly　came
  the　soft　thud　as　of　something　falling。　　I　sprang　out　of　bed　and
  rushed　to　the　window。　　Nothingbut　in　the　distance　something　that
  sounded　like　footsteps。　　An　owl　hooted；　then　clear　as　crystal；　but
  quite　low；　I　heard　Pasiance　singing　in　her　room：
  〃The　apples　are　ripe　and　ready　to　fall。
  Oh！　heigh…ho！　and　ready　to　fall。〃
  I　ran　to　her　door　and　knocked。
  〃What　is　it？〃　she　cried。
  〃Is　anything　the　matter？〃
  〃Matter？〃
  〃Is　anything　the　matter？〃
  〃Ha…ha…ha…ha！　　Good…night！〃　then　quite　low；　I　heard　her　catch　her
  breath；　hard；　sharply。　　No　other　answer；　no　other　sound。
  I　went　to　bed　and　lay　awake　for　hours。。。。
  This　evening　Dan　came；　during　supper　he　handed　Pasiance　a　roll　of
  music；　he　had　got　it　in　Torquay。　　The　shopman；　he　said；　had　told　him
  that　it　was　a　〃corker。〃
  It　was　Bach's　〃Chaconne。〃　　You　should　have　seen　her　eyes　shine；　her
  fingers　actually　tremble　while　she　turned　over　the　pages。　　Seems　odd
  to　think　of　her　worshipping　at　the　shrine　of　Bach　as　odd　as　to　think
  of　a　wild　colt　running　of　its　free　will　into　the　shafts；　but　that's
  just　it　with　her　you　can　never　tell。　　〃Heavenly！〃　she　kept　saying。
  John　Ford　put　down　his　knife　and　fork。
  〃Heathenish　stuff！〃　he　muttered；　and　suddenly　thundered　out；
  〃Pasiance！〃
  She　looked　up　with　a　start；　threw　the　music　from　her；　and　resumed　her
  place。
  During　evening　prayers；　which　follow　every　night　immediately　on　food；
  her　face　was　a　study　of　mutiny。　　She　went　to　bed　early。　　It　was
  rather　late　when　we　broke　upfor　once　old　Ford　had　been　talking　of
  his　squatter's　life。　　As　we　came　out；　Dan　held　up　his　hand。　　A　dog
  was　barking。　　〃It's　Lass；〃　he　said。　　〃She'll　wake　Pasiance。〃
  The　spaniel　yelped　furiously。　　Dan　ran　out　to　stop　her。　　He　was　soon
  back。
  〃Somebody's　been　in　the　orchard；　and　gone　off　down　to　the　cove。〃　　He
  ran　on　down　the　path。　　I；　too；　ran；　horribly　uneasy。　　In　front；
  through　the　darkness；　came　the　spaniel's　bark；　the　lights　of　the
  coastguard　station　faintly　showed。　　I　was　first　on　the　beach；　the　dog
  came　to　me　at　once；　her　tail　almost　in　her　mouth　from　apology。　　There
  was　the　sound　of　oars　working　in　rowlocks；　nothing　visible　but　the
  feathery　edges　of　the　waves。　　Dan　said　behind；　〃No　use！　　He's　gone。〃
  His　voice　sounded　hoarse；　like　that　of　a　man　choking　with　passion。
  〃George；〃　he　stammered；　〃it's　that　blackguard。　　I　wish　I'd　put　a
  bullet　in　him。〃　　Suddenly　a　light　burned　up　in　the　darkness　on　the
  sea；　seemed　to　swing　gently；　and　vanished。　　Without　another　word　we
  went　back　up　the　hill。　　John　Ford　stood　at　the　gate　motionless；
  indifferentnothing　had　dawned　on　him　as　yet。　　I　whispered　to　Dan；
  〃Let　it　alone！〃
  〃No；〃　he　said；　〃I'm　going　to　show　you。〃　　He　struck　a　match；　and
  slowly　hunted　the　footsteps　in　the　wet　grass　of　the　orchard。　　〃Look
  here！〃
  He　stopped　under　Pasiance's　window　and　swayed　the　match　over　the
  ground。　　Clear　as　daylight　were　the　marks　of　some　one　who　had　jumped
  or　fallen。　　Dan　held　the　match　over　his　head。
  〃And　look　there！〃　he　said。　　The　bough　of　an　apple…tree　below　the
  window　was　broken。　　He　blew　the　match　out。
  I　could　see　the　whites　of　h