"The bear?..." doubtfully.
"Yes. The bear who lives down there in the police camp, and rejoices in the name of Carew."
Stanley, looking much amused, replied, "You must mean the Major; but you haven't met him, have you?"
"I had the pleasure of being snarled at for about fifteen minutes this afternoon."
Stanley laughed outright. "But where? He never said that he had seen you."
"I don't think he did see me. We merely met. Most of the time he either looked away or looked through me at something beyond. Still, he might have mentioned the meeting. I don't feel flattered."
"O, but that is nothing with Carew. He is an awfully silent chap."
"Silent!... do you call it?... I never felt so ... so ... suppressed ... in my life. I thought he seemed rather inclined to bite me."
"But where did you meet him, Di?..." asked Meryl, with interest.
"I was sitting on a wall in the temple, and he strode in and sat on another wall and stared at the ground ... and I stared at him ... and then he looked up and saw me ... and afterwards ..." she paused.