In the Melbourne shops that Christmas Eve the younger Teesdale had been perpetrating untold acts of extravagance, for two of which a certain very bad character was entirely and solely responsible. Thus with next day's Christmas dinner there was a bottle of champagne, and the healths of Mr. and Mrs. Oliver, and of Miriam their daughter, were drunk successively, and with separate honours. Missy thereat seemed to suffer somewhat from her private feelings, as indeed she did suffer, but those feelings were not exactly what they were suspected to be at the time. She was wondering how much longer she could keep up this criminal pretence and act this infamous part. And as she wondered, a delirious recklessness overcame her, and emptying her glass she jumped to her feet to confess to them all then and there; but the astonished eye of Mrs. Teesdale went like cold steel to her heart, and she wished them long life and prosperity instead. She found herself seated once more with a hammering heart and sensations that drove her to stare hard at the old woman's unsympathetic face, as her own one chance of remaining cool till the end of the meal. And yet a worse moment was to follow hard upon the last.

Missy had made straight for the nearest and the thickest shelter, which happened to underlie that dark jagged rim of river-timber at which old Teesdale was so fond of gazing. She had thrown herself face downward on a bank beside the sluggish brown stream; her fingers were interwoven under her face, her thumbs stuck deep into her ears. So she did not hear the footsteps until they were close beside her, when she sat up suddenly with a face of blank terror.

It was only John William. "Who did you think it was?" said he, smiling as he sat down beside her.

Missy was trembling dreadfully. "How was I to know?" she answered nervously. "It might have been a bushranger, mightn't it?"

"Well, hardly," replied John William, as seriously as though the question had been put in the best of good faith. And it now became obvious that he also had something on his mind and nerves, for he shifted a little further away from Missy, and sat frowning at the dry brown grass, and picking at it with his fingers.

"Anyhow, you startled me," said Missy, as she arranged the carroty fringe that had been shamefully dishevelled a moment before. "I am very easily startled, you see."

"I am very sorry. I do apologise, I'm sure! And I'll go away again this minute, Missy, if you like." He got to his knees with the words, which were spoken in a more serious tone than ever.

"Oh, no, don't go away. I was only moping. I am glad you've come."

"Thank you, Missy."

"But now you have come, you've got to talk and cheer me up. See? There's too many things to think about on a Christmas Day—when—when you're so far away from everybody."

John William agreed and sympathised. "The fact is I had something to show you," he added; "that's why I came."

"Then show away," said Missy, forcing a smile. "Something in a cardboard box, eh?"

"Yes. Will you open it and tell me how you like it?" He handed her the box that he had taken out of his breast-pocket. Missy opened it and produced a very yellow bauble of sufficiently ornate design.

"Well, I'm sure! A bangle!"

"Yes; but what do you think of it?" asked John William anxiously. He had also blushed very brown.

"Oh, of course I think it's beautiful—beautiful!" exclaimed Missy, with unmistakable sincerity. "But who's it for? That's what I want to know," she added, as she scanned him narrowly.

"Can't you guess?"

"Well, let's see. Yes—you're blushing! It's for your young woman, that's evident."

John William edged nearer.

"It's for the young lady—the young lady I should like to be mine—only I'm so far below her," he began in a murmur. Then he looked at her hard. "Missy, for God's sake forgive me," he cried out, "but it's for you!"

"Nonsense!"

"But I mean it. I got it last night. Do, please, have it."

"No," said Missy firmly. "Thank you ever so very awfully much; but you must take it back." And she held it out to him with a still hand.

"I can't take it back—I won't!" cried young Teesdale excitedly. "Consider it only as a Christmas box—surely your father's godson may give you a little bit of a Christmas box? That's me, Missy, and anything else I've gone and said you must forgive and forget too, for it was all a slip. I didn't mean to say it, Missy, I didn't indeed. I hope I know my position better than that. But this here little trumpery what-you-call-it, you must accept it as a Christmas present from us all. Yes, that's what you must do; for I'm bothered if I take it back."

"You must," repeated Missy very calmly. "I think you mean to break my heart between you with your kindness. Here's the box and here's the bangle."

John William looked once and for all into the resolute light eyes. Then first ............