names. Moody found Isabel's card, and put his bracelet inside the folded napkin on her plate. For a while he stood with his hand on the table, thinking. The temptation to communicate once more with Isabel before he lost her forever, was fast getting the better of his powers of resistance.
"If I could persuade her to write a word to say she liked the bracelet," he thought, "it would be a comfort when I go back to my solitary life." He tore a leaf out of his pocketbook and wrote on it, "One line to say you accept my gift and my good wishes. Put it under the cushion of your chair, and I shall find it when the company have left the tent." He slipped the paper into the case which held the bracelet, and instead of leaving the farm as he had intended, turned back to the shelter of the shrubbery.
HARDYMAN went on to the cottage. He found Isabel in some agitation. And there, by her side, with his tail wagging slowly, and his eye on Hardyman in expectation of a possible kick-- there was the lost Tommie!
"Has Lady Lydiard gone?" Isabel asked eagerly.
"Yes," said Hardyman, "Where did you find the dog?"
As events had ordered it, the dog had found Isabel, under these circumstances.