Seeing that Jim lived several miles from the widow, Margery was rather surprised, and even felt a slight sinking of the heart, when her new acquaintance appeared at her door so soon as the evening of the following Monday. She asked Margery to walk out with her, which the young woman readily did.‘I am come at once,’ said the widow breathlessly, as soon as they were in the lane, ‘for it is so exciting that I can't keep it. I must tell it to somebody, if only a bird, or a cat, or a garden snail.’‘What is it?’ asked her companion.‘I've pulled grass from my husband's grave to cure it — wove the blades into true lover's knots; took off my shoes upon the sod; but avast, my shipmate, —,‘Upon the sod — why?’‘To feel the damp earth he's in, and make the sense of it enter my soul. But no. It has swelled to a head; he is going to meet me at the Yeomanry Review.’‘The master lime burner?’ The widow nodded. ‘When is it to be?’‘Tomorrow. He looks so lovely in his accoutrements! He's such a splendid soldier; that was the last straw that kindled my soul to say yes. He's home from Exonbury for a night between the drills,’ continued Mrs. Peach. ‘He goes back tomorrow morning for the Review, and when it's over he's going to meet me. . . . But, guide my heart, there he is!’Her exclamation had rise in the sudden appearance of a brilliant red uniform through the trees, and the tramp of a horse carrying the wearer thereof. In another half- minute the military gentleman would have turned the corner, and faced them.‘He'd better not see me; he'll think I know too much,’ said Margery precipitately. ‘I'll go up here.’The widow, whose thoughts had been of the same cast, seemed much relieved to see Margery disappear in the plantation, in the midst of a spring chorus of birds. Once among the trees, Margery turned her head, and, before she could see the rider's person she recognised the horse as Tony, the lightest of three that Jim and his partner owned, for the purpose of carting out lime to their customers.Jim, then, had joined the Yeomanry since his estrangement from Margery. A man who had worn the young Queen Victoria's uniform for seven days only could not be expected to look as if it were part of his person, in the manner of long-trained soldiers; but he was a well-formed young fellow, and of an age when few positions came amiss to one who has the capacity to adapt himself to circumstances.