Haskins, being genuinely Anglo-Saxon, had not the plotting instincts of a , and was therefore somewhat rough and ready in arranging for a secret meeting with Mavis. However, love sharped his wits and he excused himself to the of the Prince's Head for being absent after midnight on the plea that he had to ride out and see an old friend. In the ordinary course of things there was no reason why he should explain at all; but to make matters safe, should Mr. Geary play the spy--which was just what the creature would do--Haskins thus arranged for an explanation.  
After dinner he called in Mrs. Jennings and ordered a horse, obtaining at the same time the key of a side door, so that he could admit himself when he returned, somewhere about one o'clock in the morning. Then he gave orders that he was to be called in time for the early morning train, and afterwards snatched forty , in order to prepare himself for the of the night.
 
Owing to the excessive heat of the weather Haskins usually wore loose white from morning until evening. But on this occasion, to escape the possible of Bellaria, he donned a dark-hued riding-dress, with brown gaiters and a tweed cap. In this , and when shielded by the semi-gloom of the summer night, he would certainly avoid observation. And of course the chances were that the woman, by her fears, would not venture out of the house after dark. Still, it was best to be on the safe side and dress as inconspicuously as possible.
 
The animal supplied by the stables of the Prince's Head was not exactly a Derby Winner. He proved to be a quadruped, old and slow, but having the great merit of knowing every inch of the surrounding country, no mean qualification considering the rider's comparative ignorance. However, Gerald had a fair idea of the five miles' route to Leegarth, and in due time the horse got over the ground, although it must be admitted that he did not hurry himself. Haskins reached the village shortly after ten o'clock, and skirted round the houses, so that he should not be observed. An unknown stranger, arriving in so a hamlet, would assuredly the suspicions of the wary Geary, and news travels fast in country districts. So Gerald kept well out of the way, and after a somewhat route came to the banks of Mother Carey's Peace Pool. Here he fastened his horse to the trunk of an ancient oak, with permission to crop the lush grass, and launched his faithful canoe. Shortly he was perched for the fourth or fifth time on the top of the wall.
 
The night was perfect. A Romeo and Juliet night, warm and still, with a cloudless sky, radiant with ivory moonlight. Gerald looked down on the peaceful quadrangle sleeping in the chill whiteness, at the range of buildings with their fantastic architecture, and at the darkly solemn trees which girdled this Palace. Then he became aware of a slight, white-clothed figure flitting across the shaven lawns, like a ghost of dead-and-gone beauty. A musical whisper stole through the warm stillness, and the adventurer, with a fast-throbbing heart, flung himself on to the of the , to use it as a stair for descent. In a few minutes he found himself in the shadow of the tree, clasping a cool slender hand, and looking into two wonderful eyes which flashed like the stars overhead.
 
"Oh, you are not in white, Prince," said Mavis, disappointed.
 
Gerald explained. "I thought it best to wear dark clothes, since Bellaria might be on the watch."
 
"There is no chance of that. She is fast asleep, and would not leave her bed unless the house went on fire."
 
"Then again," went on Gerald, pressing her hand, "I had to ride here from Silbury. I could scarcely do that in flannels."
 
"Well," Mavis dragged him into the radiant moonlight and surveyed him critically, "it doesn't matter. I like you in this suit of clothes. You look so tall and straight and slim, and----"
 
"Oh, my dear," Gerald laughed, "you will make me vain."
 
"But you are vain already," she said . "Bellaria says that all young men are vain."
 
"How can this particular young man be otherwise," questioned the lover, "when the most charming girl in the world makes an appointment with him in the realms of romance?"
 
"Am I charming, Gerald; am I? Oh," Mavis clapped her hands, "how to be told that. Say it again."
 
"You are charming, Mavis, and also rather reckless for laughing so loud."
 
"Pooh! Everything is safe, for the gates are locked and Bellaria is asleep. In all these wide gardens only you and I are awake, unless," added Mavis seriously, "you count the fairies."
 
"And the nightingales, and the crickets," ended Gerald, smiling.
 
Mavis smiled also, and they stood hand in hand like a couple of schoolchildren out on a frolic. Then "Come," she cried, loosening her grip, "you must catch me, catch me, my Prince;" and like an arrow from the bow she shot across the turf towards the archway, followed rapidly by her lover. Haskins was swift of foot, but Mavis ran like Atalanta, and was flitting about the gardens on the other side of the archway before he could range alongside.
 
"You are the Fairy Queen," panted Gerald, when he reached her. "I saw you spread large white wings."
 
"Oh no," said Mavis seriously and , "I used my legs."
 
"The Queen of Spain has no legs," quoted Haskins, laughing.
 
"Oh, how dreadful--how very, very dreadful!"
 
And he laughed again to see that she took him seriously.
 
The gardens were very lovely, and much less orderly than the quadrangle. Following Disraeli's dictum, they had been cultivated to excess, and then Nature had been allowed to decivilize them. The result was charming, and wonderfully . There were beds of brilliant flowers, wherein slim saplings grew at will; statues of god and goddess wreathed in greenery; ponds of water with stone, wherein white lilies slept on broad leaves, floating amidst slender reeds. The façade of the house, with its Tudor battlements and long ranges of latticed windows, rose in the still, calm light of the moon, which rendered all things ethereal and fairylike. Before the stretched a shallow terrace of gray stone, diapered with and emerald . A wide flight of steps from this to meet a broad path, which melted imperceptibly into a jungle of tall bushes and wiry grasses. And all around the trees sprang like sentinels to guard this magic from the prose of the outside world. Everything was bathed in a white radiance--and in this colorless world Mavis flitted here and there like a of snow.
 
"It is too lovely for words," murmured Gerald, gazing at all this beauty, with his feelings uppermost.
 
"Are you speaking of me?" asked Mavis .
 
He laughed. "In spite of your , my dear, you are a true woman, for you will not allow even the landscape to be complimented when you are present."
 
"Human beings are so much nicer than landscape," she .
 
"One is, at least. I wonder who she can be."
 
"Me," said Mavis .
 
"How clever of you to guess that, my angel."
 
Mavis flung up her arms with a silvery laugh. "I am a fairy to-night, and no angel. They are stiff things with goose wings."
 
"Rhyme and reason both together," said Gerald, sitting down on a mossy stone fronting a smooth greensward. "Well, then, you are Titania, and I the rash mortal who has on your privacy."
 
"Take care that I do not you, poor mortal."
 
"You have done that already. Hark!" he raised a finger, "the wind is rising, your ."
 
"To play for my dancing."
 
Then Gerald saw a wonderful thing. While the wind played with viewless fingers on the lyre of the surrounding woods, Mavis danced to the rhythm in exact with the gentle breaths which came and went. She her golden head to listen critically to the murmurings, and swung and swayed and floated to the melody of Nature. Her feet and arms scarcely moved, her slender body was almost still, yet by subtle movements she to interpret the meaning of the hour. A low, low note from the tree-tops would send her floating across the grass: a pause would bring her to a statue stillness, and a dying sigh, as the wind lost heart, stirred her limbs to gentle movements, like the tremblings of a flower on its stalk. in the radiant light, in her white , and with her mystical gestures timed to the Nature sounds, she looked like a spirit of the woods. Gerald faintly grasped for one moment the idea of the sacred dances of old, when every gesture and every pose was a sign of power to draw down the of heaven to the physical plane.
 
Then the wind died away, and the golden notes of the nightingale through the trees. One bird trilled wild music, and another replied with a of liquid notes like falling rain. All the marvelous of the night was in that speechless song, and the young man's heart beat in measure with the pulse of Nature. He rose to his feet, and when Mavis floated within the circle of his arms they went round her . Like a tamed bird she rested on his heaving breast, and looked up smilingly into his brown eyes. Mavis read therein all that the wind and the nightingale had been trying to tell her, and when the man's lips were pressed to her own she felt as though she had stepped from the of unformed things into the glory of sunlight and song.
 
"Oh," she panted, nestling to his heart, "what does this mean?"
 
"Love!" he breathed, "love, which changes man into God," and again his lips sought hers. With a thrill, she yielded to the first she had ever known. And the nightingale sang triumphantly in the . But now the song was no longer wordless: she knew all that the bird could tell. "Which is love, love, and love again," whispered the Fairy Prince.
 
Then Mavis began to weep, with a natural fear of the unknown, and Gerald consoled her, as a mother consoles a child. She clung to him in the shadow of the tree, silent and wondering, and with something of pain--the pain of the reborn, when the fire of love purifies the soul. A veil had fallen from her eyes, and, the secret of the god, she trembled, and wept, and joyed, all in a breath. "It is wonderful, wonderful, terrible," she murmured. "Oh, Gerald, if you leave me I shall die. You are part of me: your soul is blended with mine. You love me: oh, say that you love me?"
 
"As I love Truth and Beauty and Wisdom, and all things that make up our conception of God."
 
There was silence for a few minutes, and the two human beings, who were really one, felt that they were alone in this wonderful white world--alone with God. "And this is love?" murmured Mavis dreamily.
 
"Part of love," said Gerald softly.
 
"What do you mean?"
 
"Dearest, the veil of love is beauty."
 
"Yes?"
 
"We must remove that veil: we must look behind it, to see what love really means in the innermost."
 
"Can we?"
 
"We are about to," he drew her closer to his breast, "the inner meaning of love is sacrifice."
 
"Sacrifice," said Mavis, puzzled.
 
"And that sacrifice we must make, if we would know the real and true meaning of love."
 
"Do you mean that we must part?" she , withdrawing herself.
 
"For a time," he assured her, "only for a time--say a week."
 
"Oh," Mavis stretched out her arms langorously, "how can I live through seven days without you?"
 
"By knowing that sacrifice is the soul of love."
 
"But why must you go?" she . "Oh, do not go, darling. Let us be always together in this garden."
 
"I fear Bellaria will object," said Haskins, smiling.
 
"She will never know?"
 
"Oh yes. We cannot always meet by stealth. Bellaria is a woman, and will sooner or later discover our secret. Then there is Geary, and your ."
 
Mavis shivered. "I am afraid of Geary, with his big knife, but not of Bellaria or my guardian. She will be a little angry, but when I tell her how happy I am she will be glad. And my guardian is always kind. Oh, Gerald, tell him that you love me, and wish me to be your wife. Then he will stop Geary from coming here, and we can be happy."
 
Haskins hugged her to his breast and smiled grimly in the darkness. He was very certain that, if he told Major Rebb, there would be no end of trouble. In order to arrive at some conclusion it was necessary to make as to why Rebb kept the girl in the Pixy's House. When that was known, steps might be taken to release her, and when she was released she could be presented to the world as Mrs. Gerald Haskins. But to make inquiries it was necessary that he should go to London and consult Tod, who was sharp enough in professional matters, and a visit to London meant a seven days' separation from Mavis. "I don't think that the Major will be overpleased at my wooing you by stealth," said Gerald, choosing his words, so as not to alarm her. "You see, I should have come openly and with his permission."
 
"He would not have given it until I was twenty-one," cried Mavis, "he said that I was to see no one for the next ten months."
 
"! And that is why I have made love to you secretly," explained Haskins cheerily. "Now, darling heart, I wish you to be brave and to help me."
 
"Only tell me what you wish me to do, and I'll do it," said Mavis, with a little . "Only I don't like pain!"
 
"To love truly we must suffer pain, my sweetheart. Pain and sacrifice are the demands of love. Had we an of pleasure, without any disagreeables, even you and I should grow weary."
 
"Oh no, no!" She clung to him.
 
"Ah, my sweet," he said sadly, "we are but flesh and blood, and so may grow weary of too perfect . The flower that is always in the sun and dies. And, after all, the delights of life lie in contrast."
 
"What do you mean by that, Gerald?"
 
Haskins saw that he was speaking too highly for her comprehension, so talked on a lower plane, for the night was passing, and he had to ride back to Silbury. "My dear," he said slowly, "I should like to stay here for ever with you, and then we would be as gods. But if we wish to know the true meaning of love, as I explained, we must sacrifice ourselves to the necessities of life. We must part for seven days. I have to go to London, Mavis, and search out matters."
 
"What matters?"
 
But Haskins wisely declined to explain in detail, lest he should alarm her, for she must never know the true character of Major Rebb. Gerald did not know it himself at the moment, but he suspected that when the past of Rebb was searched into there would be some things found which would not bear the light of day. "I have to go on private business," he said evasively. "When I return you shall know what is necessary. In the meantime, my own brave girl, you must hold fast our secret, and not allow Bellaria to guess that we have even met, much less that we are engaged."
 
Mavis stood up slim and strong with a brave light in her wonderful eyes. "I promise!" she said simply, "I promise!"
 
"Sweetheart!" He rose also and kissed her, and then they walked slowly up the path, through the archway, and stopped again under the beech. "I shall return in seven days," said Gerald, anxious to go, yet loth to depart, "only be silent. Live as you have hitherto lived, and----"
 
"I can never do that, my dearest," she said, flushing, "the world is all changed. You are my world! you are my---- Oh!" she broke down.
 
Haskins folded her in his arms, and their lips met in one last long kiss. Then he left her, silently. That was true wisdom, for a single word might have detained him for ever in that enchanted garden.